In the way I like it.
There's no screaming,
no crying, no words for lying.
But there's pain.
A lot of it.
And that, I can not bear.
For every paper faces
a rip and a tear.
It's loud.
In the way I hate it.
There's screaming,
crying, words for lying.
But there's pain.
A lot of it,
And that, I can not bear.
For my heart faces,
an empty care.
The quietness is deceitful.
The loudness reminds me of the voices in my head...
they hurt.
They hurt a lot.
©LJ
29 July, 2013
