This was a poem I wrote, totally about how I felt that day, and how I feel so many days sometimes...


The taste of tears,
in a room,
on a bed,
through my fingers
the light rises and falls:
silvered blush to
shadeless gray,
the unspoken suffering
bleeds the skin hue
and drains away.
"Always be kinder than necessary, you never know what someone is going through."-Anonymous Quote

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