You can see a broken leg,
So you know why she can't run
You can see a wrinkled face,
To know his working days are done.
You can see a bullet wound,
So you know why he is still
You can see the sickness ailing her,
So that explains the pills.
You can see his body limp;
His eyes, sad and tired,
You can see his feeble frame,
All caught up in wires.
But you can't see a broken mind,
So you don't know why she's in bed
You don't know why she's sad and tired,
Or what's going on in her head.
You don't know why she's hurting,
Or why she takes her pills
Why she feels her life is over,
Why her eyes are filled.
You can't see a broken heart,
You can't see what he feels
But just because you can't see his pain,
Doesn't mean that it's not real.
~Via
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Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
