Cry




Cry


Get me a clown that I can hold tight and cry,
As this clown is the silent friend I have always longed for.
Aren’t those the same people I have wronged for?
The people who forced me to water my eyes dry.


My words don’t count and my essence is unnecessary.
All of my emotions are deserted as my hopes flee,
But I possess the eyes through which I can see,
The ignorance of this world and darkness, though it seems starry.


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