Poems

1. Bloody tears

Cold as a sadistic killer, murdering my doubtful mind as I stand there lifeless.
Warmth was never in my home, toxic waste radiating through this rusty household and creaky hardwood floors.
Nothing is what's on the outside, at least that's all that is shown as far as I know. Inside is my storm and my fight, I battle every minute-hour-day-week.
Roaming corpses living the same way, never known deep within but known for our weaknesses...
Never our strengths and hopes for a life with shine.
Crying uncontrollably, never been at ease- these tears streaming down like a river full of my own and with disgusting waste that people seem to just toss on the ground just like my heart.
Blood pumping in my veins and giving me a beating heart when some need it more, trickles of blood oozing out when a day pasts. Bloody tears out of my vision and leaving me with blindness.