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I'm just so sad
and full of disappointment

and i don't have the pretty words
or the colourful pain

to paint you a picture
vivid enough to show you

how little i feel
I've been skinned raw enough times

and now i just want a safe place
or to fall into someone's arms

im vulnerable and open
but no one wants that

I'm failing at what I'm good at
because I'm too honest

sorry i don't have beautiful tears
my wounds don't bleed red like a sunset

my skin is not cut like scalpels into clay
my eyes don't hold any secrets

my words won't move you
further than simple acknowledgement

i don't have what it takes
to be gorgeous while I hurt

my sadness isn't pretty
i mostly feel like ****
im dying
I rarely cry,
but when they fall people
wish to catch them all.

For my tears are priceless
when they descend,
diamond tears do fall forth.

My emotions are precious to me,
I keep them under lock and key,
I was hurt before and the tears did fall,
not diamonds but water they were before.

Now my emotions I keep under check,
and when I cry they are only
tears of happiness not fear.

Diamonds fall from my eyes,
as tears are precious will you
catch them for me.
Keeping them safe so they can never
be used against me.
They drip,
they drop.
They escape our eyes,
as ourselves release it.

Tears carry your feelings,
of
fear,
sadness,
cheerful,
and
stress.

As we release these tears,
we become better.
The feelings become greater,
or clear.

The tears are like carries,
they collect all the hurt and pain,
or happiness.
And escape your eyes making you feel
better.

As they escape your heart feels clear,
as does your mind.
A smile appears on your face
slowly.

As all your feelings disappeared,
through a simple tear drop.
Kind of another random poem.
Under a simple smile
Screeching thoughts occur
Here is the dark calling out
Behind this blinding mask
For the light is a rare sight
It was a trap.
Couldn’t see through.
I never was really running from fear

I wasn’t hiding from the darkness,
But rather cowering from the lashes
It dangerously crippled me
Tearing down who I was inside
I don’t have the will to say,
The things you need to hear
Because I know I will be wasting my breath anyway
A gaze of pity
Is something I no longer give.
Wrote this on 5-20-14
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