Silence long poem

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It’s only when they can’t see,
That’s when the tears runs heavy.
In the silence i make no sound
Though everyone is around.

It’s goes on for hours into the next day
And the tears still flow anyway
I can feel my face swollen
I know my eyes are red
In silence, i cry in this bed.

It’s practice and years of it
Even with another in my mists
They know nothing of this
I want to burst out for once
And weep in pain
Burst into tears and
Let them finally see
What has been happening to me

In the silence, they fall
For the simple things,
For the future
For the past
My tears flow.

Then it becomes over
My eyes weakened
To get rest
No one sees or hears a sound
In the silence am all alone
It’s so silent
It’s so quiet
This hurt this pain
Is so silence it kills.

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