Tears

I kept telling myself:

 "Let me cry alone, let me cry alone" 

as if someone could hear me 

and let me.

-Bell

Sorrow. Silence. Music. Noise.

Too much noise in the city of silence,

too much she can even take a note.

Music in the sorrow.

Pain killers in christmas.

Bipolarity in a heart.

Not listening is too much.
Too much to bear and too much to confront.

                                          -Bell