I've cried myself to sleep
Stifling the wails
That try to escape
From within meI've cried myself to sleep
Hiding under the covers
Planning, waiting
To see if there's a god
That would reach out to me
And pull my pain awayI've cried many times over
Under the stars in the black night
Feeling like I'm slowly
Leaving pieces behindI've cried many times
I've had many stained cheeks
Many red-blotted eyes
And I've gasped for breath
More than a hundred timesI've cried
And I can't seem to stop
The torment and storm
Raging insideEven when the tears have stopped
I still tremble, my body shaking
The only movement
To show I'm still aliveWhen everything has stopped
I still cry
Though is no longer visible, now

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Broken Space
PoetryCollection of poems written to let anger, anguish, loss, and self-control escape, and mend a broken heart