Crying tears is what she did all the time
The saddest, salty waters running from her eyes
Like a poor person, a poor one indeed
They wouldn't even pay her a dime
Yes, no one has even took notice of that
For, they had never seen her with a red, swollen face
Since she covers it up, and starts to talk happy
But all she wants is a simple, little chat
Not her mother, father, family, or friends
Could tell that she was in nothing but pain
Crying and wanting her pain to go away
Wishing that everything around her ends
She goes to the bathroom, like it was normal
To do what exactly? Is what you be asking
Not to put her finger down her throat(thin enough already)
Not to look at her self, she already look like the ugly word mal
It's to get an old friend of hers out of their home
Her friend, her secret friend that no one knows of
Was the only one to understand and take away her pain
And let's her go to her safe "heaven," and not allow "them" to come...
Why do you think that no one has seen her cry?
Simple, cause she never did shed a single tear
Sad, salty tears were really her own liquid blood
Her skin was the one that was crying, why?...
Because, she tells her red, swollen skin
I rather have you cry you own liquid tears
Than to let people know that
I was always in pain
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Dry tears'poems
Thơ caThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
