If a plate smashes and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
ANOTHER BROKEN PIECE
He throws a plate across the room and it shatters
My little sister lives with me and she’s in her bedroom listening to music
She doesn’t hear a thing
Plates keep on smashing
Every little thing I have built is now destroyed, vanished,
But why? Why can no one hear? It’s like an earthquake and I can’t surrender
When the first plate smashes in the room and no one is around to hear it, there is no sign showing how much pain, no one believes, they only laugh.
They don’t hear but here I am laying on the cold ground as the last plate smashes.
If a plate smashes in a room and no one is around to hear it, the crash falls to my ears alone as he rages.
When the plate smashes in the room and no one is around to hear it, it resonates with me as it is paired with hands shaking my body.
When the first plate smashes in the room and no one is around to hear it, bruises appear and my morale is broken.
I must smile as the ceramics clatter along with my heart.
Closed doors veil the truth behind the lying wood. An illusion of “fine.”
Another broken piece in a thousand pieces--scattered and chipped, beyond repair.
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