At night

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Cry,cry ,cry the tears fall down onto my soft ragged skin

but my skin is easily pierced

easily broken into pieces that no one sees

at night I return to this terrible place

as tears run down my broken soul

It rains outside

The world is crying inside slowly, helpless

just being poured on like no one cares

but deeply they know

its stuck in their minds playing over and over

like a record that has been broken, on repeat

You scream and scream

but you know they can't hear, they are like the rest

blind and heartless,they can't see ,they don't care

The sharp unforgettable pain the pain of relief

that only you see

you bleed knowing that you shouldn't

but it feels good

You feel relief somehow

relief of letting go

as you try to sleep you think more and more

till you feel dead

but the type of dead they will never understand

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