Dieing and Crying
I saw the heartbroken widow, crying, crying.
I saw the wilted flower, dieing, dieing.
Reminded of myself, I was,
When I heard the bee's silent buzz.
On the inside, I am dieing,
On the inside, I am crying.
Slowly wilting away,
A little more each day.
No one sees me cry,
No one wonders why,
No one even tries,
Until I finally die.
And they feel bad.
And I am mad.
I saw the broken child cry,
I saw my old grandfather die.
And then flowed the tears,
No one wants to hear,
Me scream,
As I dream,
Of dieing,
Of crying.
Of myself.
