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May 2015
I hear each one land
So silent, so small
My hand grows wet
With each tear to fall

Run out my eye
And skid across my cheek
Drip off my chin
My heart feels bleak

I don't want to think
For with each thought
My mind cracks more
With each memory pain brought

With each fallen tear
Comes a fresh wave of pain
A thousand insults
And I've got nothing to gain

I'm useless, unwanted
Overweight and dumb
With what I say to myself
To others I'm numb

Whatever they say
Only rolls right off
I really don't care
I laugh and I scoff

I've heard every word
Every insult they spew
I've said them all to myself
None of it's new

A pool forms in my hands
Salty, and warm
Demons fly 'round my head
A red horned, tailed swarm

The small little angles
Mixed into the crew
They are hard to see
They are small and they are few

With every success
I see my own failure
My minds ripped at the seams
My brain needs a tailor

Don't cry in public
Never show the pain
No one wants to help
I've got nothing to gain

I let the water fall
And crawl into bed
A dark dreamless sleep
Will clear out my head
Reshnia crimson
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Reshnia crimson  22/FTM/aurora colorado
(22/FTM/aurora colorado)   
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