The thing that makes you cry
every night.
The thing that gets you down
every night.
You'll cry and cry
till there's nothing left.
You're left empty
when there's nothing left.
Your eyes are sore
with tears streaming down.
Your head is screaming
at you for being yourself.
You'll cry and cry
till there's nothing left.
You're left empty
when there's nothing left.
And your 'friends' are happier
when you're not there.
And at the end of the day
their happiness is what matters.
You'll cry and cry
till there's nothing left.
You're left empty
when there's nothing left.
If I'm sad
does it even matter?
If I'm sad
who will even care?
You'll cry and cry
till there's nothing left.
You're left empty
when there's nothing left.
If you're sad but they're happy
nothing else matters.
What you feel means nothing because
nothing else matters.
You'll cry and cry
till there's nothing left.
You're left empty
when there's nothing left.
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My life: In poems
PoetryHere is just a few poems I wrote about what I went through. There is some graphic details and warning these are not all happy poems. NOTE: COVER PICTURE IS NOT MINE I HAVE NO CLAIM TO IT WHATSOEVER
