Cry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

about feeling alone all the time, and feeling like u can't do anything, so u just cry

Cry.

Just cry.

It's all I seem to do anymore.

I leave behind.

My awful life.

And forget the pain.

To cry.

I do it at night.

I do it during the day.

I do it.

Because of the pain.

I live a live of nothing.

I live a life without something.

It's starting to.

Take over me.

Cry.

It's all I seem to do anymore.

Cry.

Cry.

Cry.

The tears.

Slowly dripping down my gentle face.

Which did no harm.

I try not to think.

About it.

I try not to try to do anything about it.

It makes me feel good.

It makes me get out.

All the energy.

And pain.

And misery.

And hands me relief instead.

It hels me get over the horrible times.

It helps me get over the rain sometimes.

When I draw the pictures.

The faces are sad.

When I write the mixtures.

They cry mad.

I relate to them.

Can't you see that?

The people I hang out with.

You know.

The onesw you insult all the time?

At least they understand me.

And who I really am.

They cry with me sometimes.

But when I cry.

They hug me.

They tug me.

Away from the pain.

They help me get through all the horrible times.

That you have given to me.

It's like a special present.

Somethign God has given.

Just to me.

So that for once in my life I feel welcomed.

I feel involved.

I feel like someone.

I feel like me.

Because when I'm home.

And no ones around.

I still cry.

The tears that fall.

Gently on the wooden floor.

They stay there.

They live there.

Embedded in the skin.

It's like a living war.

The misery.

The pain.

The life they have to live.

Stuck there just like me.

Do you see me?

Do you see me at all?

I don't think so.

Because if you did youy would walk across those floors.

And you would feel the tears rush out and come in between your toes.

Then maybe.

You'll know who I am.

Because at the moment.

All I seem to do anymore.

Is cry.


Submitted: January 18, 2008

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Twisted Illusion

Lenghty poem but i really enjoyed it, nice visuals great voice!!

Sat, February 9th, 2008 11:46pm

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Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it. Yeah only a few of my poems are lengthy, but it was mostly cuz I had A LOT to say...so thnx:)
XxxxxBrokenxxxxX

Sun, February 10th, 2008 9:24pm

HomeCharityGraceHope

This is exactly what I have been going through! There's so much pain in my life lately but you capture everything so beautifully!
-Kat

Thu, January 29th, 2009 4:36pm

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I'm glad that I could! Thank you!

Thu, January 29th, 2009 7:44pm