Silent Nights

silent nights 
no one can hear my cries but 
these tulips 
they breathe with 
i know they can't answer but they 
hear me 
just wanna be heard 
don't need them to pity me 
don't want them to tell me things will be ok
just want them to be still 
no judgements because I'm still crying over the same thing i cried over last night and the night before and the night before that 
they hear my weak eyes grow and swell with forceful tears 
echoes of my screams vibrate off their petals 
they look at me but they don't blink they don't flinch they 
just breathe


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