© By Sabrina M.W.
The wind can whisper into the cracks. The wind can slither into them. My mask is powerless to the wind. The cracks shake and tremble as the wind begins to fumble. I shed a tear and it is caught by the wind forming a ribbon around it. On my face what takes its place is a mere grin. My eyes don't water. My lips don't curve. My teeth just glisten with the wind. A scream escapes my mouth it travels up and up like all sound, but is caught in my web of lies, along with the wind. They can't break free because I won't allow anyone to see. My face never leaves the grin, never flickers then and then. Who is the wind you may ask. Who is the one who can see and feel into my being. The wind is me. The wind is me, the wind is my feeble attempts to crack the code and finally discard my mask into the rode. But, no matter my efforts I sleep and dream with this mask for a day without an end.
nobody knows
© By Alice Hanrahan
she hides away and cries all day nobody cares that she dies inside nobody knows cause she smiles
outside.
shes haunted by the past and shes slipping away fast she never felt love,only hate and shes scared if thats her faith.
she wants someone to dry her eyes but nobody can see that shes broken inside.
her soul cries for the grave but she tries to be brave all shes every known is sorrow and pain thats why she wants to let her blood drain.
shes dying while she waits to die but still god cant hear her cry she feels the piercing on her skin as her blood flows but still nobody knows that she felt that way and nobody cares that she felt it everyday.
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