Reality
Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.
Tears that well up, push together, and throw themselves over the rim of your eye can be the result of so many different emotions and situations. Sometimes crying is a healthy release for stress, disappointment, and even anger. Other times, tears fall from sheer frustration or feelings of worthlessness or shame. Such tears fall when a person has been strong for too long and their heart can no longer bear the pain. Crying is a necessary way to cleanse your soul of its suffering. Sometimes, it is the first step to rediscovering happiness.
Your crimson tears stay flowing,
But your singing voice stays calm,
It's like you're catching raindrops,
They keep their shape while resting in your palms.
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I am your tear.
I make you look weak,
minding my own business
strolling down your cheek.
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I come when pain
Becomes too much to take.
I come when you're sad,
Or your heart starts to break.
This poem is well written and beautiful. I just became a member on this site and your poem is one of the first ones I read. What a great way to start.
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She is happy and friendly,
People say every day.
Shy but happy,
And loving, they say.
My name is Cherzel. I'm turning 18 this year. I have been suffering with depression and anxiety for four years now - ever since my childhood best friend back-stabbed my family and my dad got...
Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth,
Blood is all I taste.
Thinking about my Life
Crying in every minute
Never hoping for something
Because I'm hopeless...
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It wants me to suffer
And I wanna cry so bad
But I don't want to be the victim anymore
No, I've had enough of that...
See the girl
Standing in the corner
No words, always quiet
A loner...
I hope I have seen this in time for you. I relate. Please tell me I reached you in time because I care, even if I don't know you.
My friend
Although your mind is corrupt with death and murder.
Even though your lungs are filled with tar and tobacco.
Even though your kidneys are strained with liter after liter of alcohol....
I like playing with guns and knifes
I like to think about taking my life
want to jump from the 13th floor of my building
the cut inside my heart is never healing...