Silence
Do you know how much the silent treatment hurts?
When you put yourself within arms reach,
but you're still out of reach.
Everyday, I see you, hear you,
but you don't seem to see or hear me.
I ask myself 'was it me?' And cry alone wondering.
My heart can only break so many times before it is unrepairable.
I still don't blame you though.
I stay true to my word and continue to try,
because if nobody else cares, I still will.
This poem is about:
Me