Has your heart been crushed by words
cruelly spoken, harshly said?
as they slowed your heart to beating,
Not as the living, but as the dead?
Have you ever felt like weeping
through your false but friendly smile?
when the water felt like rushing
with the swiftness of the Nile?
Then you can hold i no longer
as the pain begins to burn;
and Mr. Teardrop comes with a trickle and a turn.
But quickly you must wipe it away;
for you know what the others might say:
“Look! she’s crying, Look she’s sad.”
Image by Anders Ljungberg via Flickr
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