I don't cry no more.
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about me
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beautiful tears trickle down my face
the hurt I must bare
with every last drop
is replaced with more
never wanting to stop
so I let them fall
and I become a mess
my mascara pleads for no more
as it's washed away with my tears
the tears I cry soon flow into an ocean
and I'm struggling to stay afloat
my visions blurry
I can not see
maybe it's my time
to let that little ocean take me
a little at a time
or maybe I fight give myself a chance
but I'm sorry to the people I love
I know I'll be missed
for I gave up on my chance to live
once awhile ago
and now I wish
for that one last kiss.
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misery.
love caitlin rose
YOU ARE READING
some anti social girl
PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
