A Tear

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem explains how i was always so afraid to cry, because I couldn't let them see that what they did to me hurt. My whole life I've been told not to cry. that you can't let them see it. I've learned that if you don't cry you'll scream, that hurts your throat and its just not worth it. you can't hold it all in. you must become one with your tears.

A tear,

A signal of hurt,

A signal of pain.

If i can sit in the rain,

Watching every tear,

show all my pain,

Then why can't you see it?

 

A tear,

My own demon,

My worst enemy,

They refuse to be pacified.

They refuse to stay inside,

They seem to have,

A mind of their own.

 

A tear,

A piece of me,

A piece of my pain,

A piece of my hurt,

If i see,

All that’s around me,

Than why are you so blind?

 

A tear,

Is a place of sadness,

Is a place of darkness,

Is a place, of my hurt.

Enter my tears, Enter my mind,

Then maybe you’ll see why I cry.

A tear,

Has become my happy place,

My fear,

My emotion,

My hate,

My strength.

A tear, is me.

 


Submitted: November 20, 2018

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First off, WOW! I do truly love this! I’m not just trying to sympathize when I say this but, I feel the pain in this. Superb job at getting this into words. That can be the harder than saying it out loud. Unfortunately tears feel endless. I suffer from various mental issues that are difficult to explain. I have been dealing with them since I was five, so being almost 20 doesn’t help! It also doesn’t help to have a conscience that forgives everyone else but remembers everything I do wrong. It makes me cry to read this and know you’re suffering this way, even though I don’t know you personally. Before I go on, May I ask if you believe in God at all? I won’t preach, I promise. Also I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t genuinely care. You can message me privately to answer, I know people can be judgment and opinionated. I won’t make you do anything or force you either. Regardless of your answer, I do care and hate that you’re hurting like this! Sending you a virtual hug! Keep writing and hang in there!

Tue, November 20th, 2018 11:06pm

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