"Droplets of Silence"
This piece of everything beautiful that you left behind was a terrific bang of silence
Reaching towards my soul
Then I turned it into a picture frame
And hanged it on my wall
Woke up every morning to its ugly sight
And weep my woes on the wall beside it.
Depression can be adorned to look like a smile
A broad long charming grin
Perching on faces of sorrow.
Yet you will never know
Because they have sworn to never break silence.
But to help your prying minds
They live behind faint whispers
Like a dying soul in the hands of a brute.
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