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Jul 2010
Silent tears escape my eyes.
Beneath my broken surface,
My shattered heart cries.
I've stayed so composed

And I"ve tried to stay so strong.
Everyone believes my act,
So I just played along.
The "happy" girl started to wither and die.

I lost the real me a long time ago,
But everyone wonders why.
I pray to God for my chance to repent.
There's only one way to release myself

From this crushing torment.
I break out into sobs,
Because no one will understand.
Review my past, examine my present,

I can't let this expand.
A tretcherous gunshot to my
Pain-staken head,
Leaves me facing down in a growing

Pool of my own scarlet red.
No more tears escape my lifeless eyes.
Look past my broken body,
My tortured soul finally dies.
Written by
Dakota Schmidt
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