When tears don't come (Poem)

When tears don't come
And words don't tell
The loneliness in you
Take a metal pen
To write stories
On your wrist

Watch red beads drip
And let relief sweep away
The pain of yesterday
As you draw another line
To complete your story
Let darkness engulf you
When tears don't come
And words don tell

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