Crying Poems

Poems about Crying Inside and Feeling Sad

Everybody cries sometimes, and if you don't you should. Crying is a natural way of letting go of pent up emotions. It is sad fact that many children are shamed for crying. Adults who are led to believe that crying is not OK may repress their feeling of sadness. Emotions that are not allowed to release tend to leak out in other areas of their lives. The ability to express our emotions whether alone or in communication to others is necessary for a happy life.

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1. I'm Tired

I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

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- By Kristen
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016 with permission of the Author.
Poem About What Suffering From Depression Feels Like

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I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,

I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
hiding who I really am.
Tired of trying to stay strong.

I'm tired.
Tired of pretending,
pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
Tired of not being able to let go,
let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
Tired of feeling worthless.

I'm tired.
Tired of being put down,
put down by the people I felt closest to.
Tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life I will never have.
Tired of not being good enough.

I'm tired.
Tired of remembering,
remembering how I used to be so happy.
Tired of the blame,
the blame I put on myself daily.
Tired of the anger.

I'm tired.
Tired of crying,
crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
Tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
Tired of failing.

I'm tired.
Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of being me.
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2. Tears

This is a poem about the different reasons we cry.
- By Whitney Fancher
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2015 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Crying And What Tears Mean

I come when pain
Becomes too much to take.
I come when you're sad,
Or your heart starts to break.

I come when pain
Becomes too much to take.
I come when you're sad,
Or your heart starts to break.

I might come when you panic,
I might come when you're mad.
I'll show up here and there,
When enough is what you've had.

I'm salty and warm,
I might be big or small.
Sometimes when you're strong,
I don't come up at all.

I fill your eyes with moisture,
I roll down your cheek.
Sometimes I mean joyous,
Sometimes I mean weak.

Sometimes when you're scared,
I come as a sign of fear.
You can feel when I'm coming,
Whether far or near.

I may come along
When you hear your favorite song.
Sometimes I show up
When you've been strong for too long.

I know you want to fly away.
I know inside you're a mess.
You long for a brighter day.
Tears are words the heart can't express.
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3. I Hate To Cry

This poem is about a person who won't admit defeat but is starting to get very weak!
- By Elizabeth McCrorie
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008 with permission of the Author.
Trying To Be Strong

I'm not scared of anything.
I wish my lie were true.
I don't want help,
I don't need anything from you!

I'm not scared of anything.
I wish my lie were true.
I don't want help,
I don't need anything from you!

I hate when I cry.
I hate when I'm scared.
My life is going by
I can't feel anything, anywhere.

I'm sad and depressed
I'm weak and abused.
I'm told I'm bad.
I just don't know what to do.

I don't want your help,
But I don't want to cry.
Leave me here.
Just say goodbye!

So you're gone....?
Good riddance, I say!
I guess I'm going to cry for
Just one more day!
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4. Bluebird

Charles Bukowski's poem "Bluebird" explores the poet's internal struggle to suppress his vulnerable emotions. There is a bluebird residing in his heart, yearning to be set free, yet the speaker's toughness and fear of exposing his true self prevent it from escaping. He resorts to numbing the bird's presence with whiskey, smoke, and distractions from the outside world. The poem reveals a complex relationship between the speaker and the bluebird, with moments of tenderness and acknowledgment. Their secret bond brings solace, evoking powerful emotions that resonate deeply, leaving readers to contemplate their own capacity for vulnerability.

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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
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5. Tears

A sister is touched seeing her grown up brother cry like a child.
- By Margaret A. Collins
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2006 with permission of the Author.
I Saw My Brother Cry

I saw my brother cry today.
He seemed five years old
It did not seem to me that he was six feet tall.
He lost a thing he treasured,

I saw my brother cry today.
He seemed five years old
It did not seem to me that he was six feet tall.
He lost a thing he treasured,
I saw it in his eyes.
To see my brother hurt,
It made me want to cry.
Love is not measured in how tall you are,
Or how far around your arms go.
When you hug someone that you love so.
But how much it hurts to let something you love go.
I want my brother to know that he
Is loved by all, especially me.
I saw my brother cry today.
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6. In My Mind And My Heart

My grandpa passed away, and I felt so much sadness yet again. It had been 8 years since the passing of my first son, and these feelings came back again. Wishing we had more time! Every time I think of them, this is what I go through. It's a way to remember them.
- By Martha E. Baltazar-Reyes
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The Hole In My Heart: A Poem About Losing A Loved One

Forgive me if I cry
But there is nothing else to do
If only God could have warned me
That my life would be without you

Forgive me if I cry
But there is nothing else to do
If only God could have warned me
That my life would be without you

It wouldn't be much easier
But maybe I would have stayed awake
To make sure that I'd spend every minute
Until your soul he takes

Crying doesn't change it
But it's a way to feed my soul
It gives me comfort
And the tears fill back the hole

It isn't that much longer
When it begins to break
I cannot stop it
It's just a big heartache

Forgive me if I cry
But there is nothing else to do
If only God could have warned me
That my life would be without you
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7. Lost

A poet writes about her dying soul.
- By Sarah Boston
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009 with permission of the Author.
Poem About A Dying Soul

The darkness surrounds me.
It's getting so cold.
I'm all alone
With no one to hold.

The darkness surrounds me.
It's getting so cold.
I'm all alone
With no one to hold.

My world is so empty.
All that's left is pain.
No sunshine to light my way,
Just never-ending rain.

I drown in tears.
My heart is crying.
No one seems to notice
My soul is dying.
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8. Wondering Why Am I Here

When life just goes wrong. Wondering why I am here and how life can change.
- By Raymond Martineau
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
I lay in bed alone at night and wonder why I'm here.
I do so much for everyone.
Why don't they show they care?
I met this girl who said she loved me,

I lay in bed alone at night and wonder why I'm here.
I do so much for everyone.
Why don't they show they care?
I met this girl who said she loved me,
something I haven't heard in so long.
She used me for my money;
what a ride she took me on.
There is so much hurt I feel, so much anger trapped inside.
Sometimes I wish my dad were here, but to me he's not alive.
I have no one to talk to.
These drugs seem to be the only way.
Turns out it's a lie just like the smile I put on each and every day.
I know outside I'm smiling; it's the face I fake for you,
But inside my soul is crying and there is nothing I can do.
I know my family loves me.
I'm there when their decisions are poor.
I'm sick of feeling like this walked on rug thrown upon the floor.
I lay in bed and wonder what the hell I'm doing here.
Can I wake up from this dream?
Can I please just disappear?
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9. Tears, Tears Go Away

I was beaten by my alcoholic father as a child and molested by my uncle. No one knows these things except for a few friends and my journal. I'm depressed, and I cut often to get the pain out. I'd hate to hurt my family, so I try my hardest to stay away from suicide, but I think of it daily...that is the story behind my tears.
- By Stephany Manfull
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Reminders Of The Past

Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.

Tears, tears go away.
Why must you come back almost every day?
You remind me of my pain.
You remind me of my past.
Why can't you go away?
Just let this happiness last.

Tears, tears flowing so fast,
You're telling the story of a child in the past.
She's stuck with the memory of what has just happened,
Praying to God one day she won't be broken.

The bruises, the scars,
The ones that will never heal.
She grew up thinking that's how you need to feel.

This little girl,
Not sure about life,
Cut after cut
Then took her life.

Tears, tears come as she leaves this world
"So young, so happy" for all they know.
Beaten as a child,
Not loved all her life,
Backstabbing friends.

Oh wait that's my life....
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10. My Fears

This is not dedicated to any particular person. I was feeling down and scared and decided to write this poem. I really hope that people understand where I am coming from. Everyone has fears and scars from being hurt.
- By Samantha Medlin
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Fears And Being Afraid

Getting left behind
Not being loved
No one understanding
No one caring

Getting left behind
Not being loved
No one understanding
No one caring
Are my fears

I had a dream
I was lost
No one tried to
Find me
No one cared
No one listened
Or understood

Feeling left out
Feeling like no one
Understands
Feeling like no one
Can hear me
When I'm screaming
To be heard
Destructive behavior
I have

Wishing I could change
Wishing I could make it better
Wishing for another chance
Wishing for someone who
Will come and save me
From myself.

My fears
Not being heard
Being left behind
Not being understood
No one caring

How can I
Disappear
Make people
understand?

Disappear from
This world
Show people what
It's like to
Worry, misunderstand
Not care.

My fears,
People laugh
People tease
People misjudge
People misunderstand
Me.
Behind my back,
They laugh,
Tease,
Hurt,
So I can't see
them. It hurts.

Now,
I hide this
Pain
In my heart
Making sure
No one sees
My hurt,
Pretending to be
Someone
I'm not.

Trying so hard
To fit in
To cover the
Scars, trying
So hard
To be liked
By you.

My feelings
Disappearing
No regrets
Hoping no one
Resents me.

After my dream
Ended
I wondered...
What am I leaving
When I leave here?

The pain
I've caused, the hurt
The disappointments
The worries

Hoping now
People understand
People miss
People hear me
And others
Forgetting all,
All the pain, and hurt
I learned to hide
Inside
Buried deep in
My heart
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11. The Way In Which We Cry

Babies and young children will often let out a loud cry, as they seek the attention of their parents. As we grow older, however, we are taught not to cry, and we start believing that we shouldn't bother anyone with our tears. So we'll hold them in, silence them, but eventually, they will still overflow. We can't control it, because sometimes, it is our only resort to show any kind of pain, whether that be physical, emotional, or mental. Our tears are not a sign of weakness but our path to healing.
- By Arianna
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020 with permission of the Author.
The Healing Power Of Crying

Do we cry to heal ourselves?
Do we cry simply to shed a tear?
Is it because we just can?
Or because that certain person isn't here?

Do we cry to heal ourselves?
Do we cry simply to shed a tear?
Is it because we just can?
Or because that certain person isn't here?

Do we cry for the attention?
Or will we silence every sound?
With hopes of no due reflection,
Of the way in which our heart is bound?

From a tiny kitten,
To the calling of a bird,
Every creature has its cry,
With the hope to be heard.

So when we let out a raking sob,
With a hand cupped so closely to our cheek,
Is our desire to be heard,
Or to just let the pain slowly leak?

Is the point to cry out
For help and warmth and care?
Or is it our body finally breaking down
From so much more pain than it can bear?

Is it the sound of symphonies,
Or of pure pain in liquid form?
Is it truly up to us when we cry,
Or does it happen when we're far too torn?

Is it really up to us?
Do we even have a choice?
We can try to hide it,
Or let it spill with its own voice.

But can we really decide?
Do we hold that power?
Or is it beyond our will,
When we let every tear shed in the shower?

Is it a form of healing?
Or just a sign of the weak?
Is it meant to help us,
Make a final leap?

So much could be said,
For the way in which we cry,
As it could be a simple way,
To motivate ourselves to forever try.

But whatever the reason,
No matter the cause,
Let it fully heal you,
So you may never have eternal pause.
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12. Wanting To Feel Something

This is dedicated to all the young people struggling to feel something other than emptiness or pain.
- By Joyce Alcantara
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Holding In Pain

Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could've sworn you were crying,
But when you went to wipe tears away there was nothing there?
Going through life empty,

Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
You could've sworn you were crying,
But when you went to wipe tears away there was nothing there?
Going through life empty,
Just letting the world pass you by.
Numb to any feelings,
Just wishing you could die.
I feel like this daily.
So lost I don't know what to feel.
When in fact I do feel pain, I can't believe that it's real.
So as I lay my head down tonight,
I close my eyes and pray.
I pray that God will give me guidance and to maybe feel someday.
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13. Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes

My family and friends used to call me an angel. Not for looks, but for the way I could always help someone out of their troubles, and the way that I could always keep a smile on my face. But the other night I couldn't. I realized that I tried my best to help other people with their problems just because I didn't want to deal with my own. I thought the only way I could tell people that was to write a poem. And this is what I came up with.
- By Sabrina
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Losing Strength

The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

With tear stained cheeks,
Through bloodshot eyes,
She saw only pain and suffering.
Love, she couldn't conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,
Darkness filled her heart.
Her wings vanished from her back,
And her kindness fell apart.

Even with all her might,
Her dress still went black from white.
She was sent to save,
To help those who weren't brave.

But as she looked around,
At the marks she left...
Tear stained cheeks,
And bloodshot eyes.
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14. Let It Rain

Sometimes we find ourselves at a low point. A point where you realize that you'd just have to release the pain you feel through heartfelt tears. You may be at an age where people mistake crying for weakness, but in reality, people fail to realize how important it is to let go of all negative emotions.
The poem largely revolves around my own tears and how they resemble pouring 'rain' at my darkest moments.
- By Justin Raphael Lopez Gutierrez
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2019 with permission of the Author.
Poem On Embracing Hardships And Letting Go

Clouds of thunder, pouring rain,
The hurt I feel, the throbbing pain.
Droplets trickling down my face.
Shall rain give me this one embrace?

Clouds of thunder, pouring rain,
The hurt I feel, the throbbing pain.
Droplets trickling down my face.
Shall rain give me this one embrace?

Drenched and cold, my biggest fears,
Not by the rain but by my tears.
When will this storm come to an end?
Embrace me rain, my only friend.
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15. Broken Wings

I wrote this poem because I was depressed, and it helps get the emotions out of me. It also keeps me from hurting myself.
- By Kat S
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Being Trapped With Broken Memories

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied

Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied

I can never spread my wings and fly.
I will never know the feeling of the sky,
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.

They used to be so beautiful and proud,
But now they hang around me like a black shroud,
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story.

These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.
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16. Forever Stagnant In Our Minds

I wrote this during a time of deep depression. This poem was intended for my three siblings and myself, but I feel poems help to conquer the darkness. The abuse that we witnessed our mom (and ourselves) go through has caused long-term depression and suicidal thoughts in all of us. Writing poems helps to relieve the pain and sadness. I hope that anyone who has gone through any kind of abuse can learn to trust and love.
- By Rosanna
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2014 with permission of the Author.
Effects Of Abuse On Relationships

Like an apple that has fallen from our tree,
my soul is rotting and I've taken you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of my misery
are the feelings that cannot ever seem to be set free.

Like an apple that has fallen from our tree,
my soul is rotting and I've taken you down with me.
Deep in the emotions of my misery
are the feelings that cannot ever seem to be set free.
You could say others have had it worse than me,
but until you take a few steps in the worn out path of my misery,
with the burdens I've carried, only then can you unravel my mystery.
If only to stumble on shards of glass,
only then to empathize the pain that I stash.
The scars are always there, never to vanish,
never to be repaired.
The physical pain may have vanquished,
but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in our mind,
always to remind us of our broken home.
The pain we endured through our childhood
made permanent cracks in the building blocks of our foundation,
leaving the ones who've moved into our life
to mend the cracks with their love,
to suffer the sometimes bitterness that was left behind,
forever in our minds.
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17. The Heart

Sometimes your heart can keep giving and giving until eventually it'll give up.
- By Veronda Starling
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Feeling Too Much

My heart felt what is shouldn't.
It gave when it couldn't,
Believed in many things
When I wouldn't.

My heart felt what is shouldn't.
It gave when it couldn't,
Believed in many things
When I wouldn't.

It listened but never spoke.
It cared but always choked.
It shattered but continued to beat.
It loved but experienced defeat.

Laughter replaced the pain.
Hugs released all tears.

We wear our hearts on the sleeves of our shirts,
Highly aware of the caution it may get hurt.
One day the heart will no longer beat.
It will breathe its last breath....

Because it can only take so much.
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18. Who Do You Do?

A poem about regretting a decision.
- By Katrina
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Being Lost In Darkness

I'm crying my eyes out,
But no one can see,
Because it's deep,
Deep inside of me.

I'm crying my eyes out,
But no one can see,
Because it's deep,
Deep inside of me.

What do you do when you want to turn back
But you can't because it's
All just pitch black?

It seems as if my world's at an end,
But yet it just began.

With all this pain deep inside
I can't take it, I just want it to leave and say goodbye.
But it won't and I have no clue why.

I have this feeling every day,
And when people ask me,
Are you okay?
I just sigh and look away.

So....

What do you do when you want to turn back
But you can't because it's all just pitch black?

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6. In My Mind And My Heart

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A poet writes about her dying soul.

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