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Clovina Sep 2013
Feeling's buried deep, deep, deep.
Something I could never speak.
Pain and Sorrow fill me up,
I weep I crawl till nothings left.
Who am I? I am no longer me.
Cry me a river that flows to the sea.
Wash ashore I am today,
Full of Woe and Sorrow down by the bay.
Clovina Sep 2013
What does it take to feel ok,
Just so I can cry a river of tearless pain.
How long will it be before I can trust,
Before my feelings turn to dust.
Of all the things I could have said,
Why does it it have to be the feelings we've bled.
If anything I could have said,
It would be my fears and dread.
Clovina Sep 2013
Something we can't see,
Something we all need,
Something we can feel,
Yet can't believe.

A Scar within our Soul,
A Nightmare within our Mind,
A feeling that can't be Ignored,
Gnawing you away.

The Tears I can Feel,
The Anger Burning Deep,
Blood streaming Down,
What's Wrong with Me?

A Smile I Fake,
A Laughter I Hear,
Darkness Inside,
Light I See.

Shoot me with your Words,
Cut me with your Eyes,
**** me with your Hatefulness,
But still like Air I'll Rise.

— The End —