Its funny how the pain never shows

Like an unseen river it flows


Its water stinging cold as ice

Like on a fresh wound red spice


Where does one look for help 

Who will hear this whimpering yelp


Its like a twisted crystal shard

Stuck somewhere in your heart


As white tears drench my mourning mind

I am forced to wear a smile that blinds


As I walk this world unkind

I seek joys to drown my mind

The End

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