I don't cry
But sometimes I wake up
The bags under my eyes not quite dry
There's a coldness in my tear duct
I can't cry
But sometimes I scream
Sometimes the cruel world strangles me
Forces my voice to break free
I don't cry
If anything I smile
I smile because I have no strength left
I smile because I embrace the torture
I can't cry
I smile at the anger that fills my throat
I smile because I know I am feeling
So much pain
I don't cry
Instead I just wake up
With my eyes stained with tears
But no memory of why or how
Only the realisation
That I can't cry
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My Book of Poems #1 ✔️
Poetryessentially this is a book where I write down all my favourite original poems - the ones that made me feel something as I wrote them, the ones that made me smile, made me cry and made me scream into my pillow at night. My poems tell my story in ways...
