As the words come flowing from my pencil,
The tears stream down my face.
The words fill the paper,
The tears blind my eyes.
My heart is hurt,
Broken,
Doomed.
The words show my pain,
Show my suffering.
But I never want it to stop.
The pain is my food,
The tears are my drink,
The screams are my laughters.
But they don't get it.
They never will.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some poems. They look deep, but actually they are mostly just TV show feelings. Oh well.
