Nobody’s gonna hear you
scream tonight nobody’s gonna
hear you scream tonight
nobody’s gonna hear you
bleed tonight
scream tonight
tomorrow dies
nobody’s gonna hear you
cry, nobody’s gonna care
when a dirty brat dies
cause baby’s just a puppet
and the noble knights
are just too small
the social worker can’t see
into a blackened heart
and another child
(you, child)
becomes just another
candidate for cell block B
nobody’s gonna feel you bleed
this time
it’ll slip away silently
as it always has
as oily as the sheen on your mamma
on your mamma’s cleavage
as rough as the hands
tearing away the fabric
of your heart, or of your flesh
it won’t matter anyway
because no one
will hear you scream
this time.
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Reviews of "Nobody's Gonna Hear"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
Let it out !!!!!
Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 20, 2003
Wow.
I can feel the desperation in this piece.
Nice work.
-James
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2003
powerful, as is your way, April.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2003
I hear you too April and this is a fantastic write. Bill Murray
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I can feel the desperation in this piece.
Nice work.
-James