i can spend many an hour, <br />crying my eyes out in the shower, <br />when in there noone can see, <br />the crumbling mess of what was me. <br /> <br />i cry until i can no more, <br />a shaking mess on the tiled floor, <br />when im there noone can see, <br />the emptyness of what won't be. <br /> <br />she will not stop though i have tried, <br />she's irresponsive to my cries, <br />so i cry where noone can see, <br />the broken centre of what was me.<br /><br />Lexi Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-370/
