Broken Promises

How do you tell someone

That you broke your promise?

How you’d pushed and

That you’d drawn against skin?


Who do you tell that you cried

When you were all alone?

Who do you go to for help

When you’re torn beyond repair?


Why do they let you cry,

If they know you’re dying?

Whey does the sun still shine,

If we’re all still cloaked in grey?


‘Cause silence is so  full

And words are so empty

Silence is the pain

And words are the knives.



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