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Nov 2018
Cry,
Something I don’t want to do
I rather have someone else cry
While I hug them
Telling them everything
Is gonna be alright

Sadly I’m the one crying and no one is hugging me
And telling me those words
I want to tell others
I’m just alone in my little bit of mist
So thick to others
But I can see through my ****
So well
I’ve grown used to it
It’s basically a part of me

It’s there
Even if I turn my back on it
Sadly it’s there more than my friends
Sadly it’s there more than my joy
Sadly it’s my sad friend who won’t leave
Unlike my “good” and “loyal” friends
Who said they be there for me at
My darkest moment
Instead they caused that darkness
By leaving me in dark
To rot and fade out of existence

My tears could just be
The refill to your drink
For you can relax
While I fall deeper in the drain

you gave me joy
You do have the right
To take that away
But you didn’t have to take bits of me
As well...
I listened to some deep music so I decided to make a poem about being broken and crying since I’m a Glob of Gloom who never knows how to bloom from his cacoon. I hope you enjoy❤️
Zersrol
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Zersrol  19/M/Hialeah
(19/M/Hialeah)   
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