The Tears She Cried Poem by Hazim Baba

She sits in her room,
tears flowing so fast.
Her mind still dwelling
on things of the past.
Her music so loud,
they can't hear her cry.
Or even the screams.
They can't even try.
She smiles and laughs
all through the day.
So they never ask,
if she is okay.
She felt loved once,
but not anymore.
And this is why
her tears still pour.
Her parents don't know,
and most never will.
Her broken heart
herself will kill.
If its not fixed,
her fears come true.
Her angels tears
she will rue.
No one knows her,
yet they try.
But very few
have seen her cry.
The ones that have,
they know it well.
Her cry for help,
soft like a bell.
Her tears, her lies.
They've seen them all.
And from up high,
they've seen her fall.
She's now quite down,
depressed, and sad.
And deep inside
it makes her mad.
That she can't help
her own hurt soul.
Her hopes now burning
fast like coal.
She lives the lie
and lets them see,
the happy girl
she'll never be.
Her happiness
it now lay dead.
Or is it all
In her head?
She prays to God,
That he'll come back.
If not-- then more
her heart shall crack.
It already had
but not too hard.
The Suicidal King
is her last card.
Will she lay it?
or will she fold?
To start again.
or so she's told.
It doesn't matter
anyway.
For either choice
she will pay.
To lose the love
towards him she had.
Or start again
and be not sad.
She knows she'll miss
his loving touch,
And his kiss,
but not too much.
Another guy
she'll think about.
But his faith,
she might doubt.
Will he cheat?
Or will he stay?
If the first
then may he pay.
Her heart is big.
Her love is true.
May God forbid
that she be blue.
She'll move on,
but not quite yet.
Just on that
I would bet.
This I know,
for you see.
That this girl,
She is Me.