My eyes are red from shedding
Tears that never came
And my heart is burnt from heartbreak
But I've never had a flame
I'm bleeding all over my body
But you 'll never find a gash
But I am crumbling apart
And soon I will be ash
My throat is sore from screaming
Words that never came
I keep my pains hidden
And the silence is my name
I've been stabbed in the back many times
And yet I still live
But don't ask me to done blood
I don't have any to give
I have suffocated
From holding my own breath
I have caused my own pain
And I fear causing my own death
Yes I have many cuts
I have several bruises
But what the mind wants
Is what the mind chooses
I don't want this pain
But I do it to myself
I've taken all my good thoughts
And hidden them on my shelf
My words and thoughts are poison
On a rusted knife
I've stabbed my own heart
And taken my own life
And I take my red eyes,
My raw throat,
My stabbed back,
My broken lungs
And my burnt and stabbed and damaged heart,
And I hide them away
That's how I do it you see
Instead of a gunshot
I hide my wounds away
And I leave them there to rot
YOU ARE READING
Tears that never came
PoetryThis is a poem that I have been brave enough to post. I am extremely self-conscious about my writing and this is the first thing I have ever shown anyone else so please be nice. I write from the heart, not for the views.