Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

August 1, 2007

No One Knows

by Amanda

When you pass me in the hall
You will never know
How badly I am hurting
And how the hurt tends to grow
You will only see a smile
If you glance at me
But if you look into my eyes
Then you will begin to see
That I have a broken heart
That is been stitched back together
But then got shattered and fell apart
No one knows how much I cry
When I am in my room
And how many tears have fallen from my eyes
I am spiraling into my doom
I have been rejected by all of my friends
It’s never going to get better
And that’s where it all ends

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