my tears fuel a river,
with no dam, no end.a continuous flowing current.
how can no one see the rain clouds in my eyes?
how could i let myself drown for this long?a joke on my life,
my death won't happen.
so those days keep coming for me,
days of misty eyes.
no surprise,
i continue to cry.
it doesn't help.no matter the pain, or the words.
the tears,
they flow, to show,
that no matter what,
i'm unhappy,
miserable, depressed, and dismal.
my misty eyes,
they tell a taleof a girl who drowned so far in her tears,
that not even death could save her from her fears.
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loss for words
Poesiaevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...