Tears,
They slip down my face like rain.
Pour from my eyes,
Down my cheek,
Off my chin,
And onto the floor.
"Why,"
I cry.
"Why?"
I shout.
But I know no one can hear me.
Nobody cares,
Nobody notices.
Nobody does a thing.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Randomness That Is Me
RandomI don't even know what this is anymore. Trash, perhaps? Yes.
