Age:16
Feelings: tired, numb, on the end of a cliff
A drop of a tiny water that my body created
Every night I release a buckets of it
When I cry my pillow drowns
When I cry my breathing slows
I can't breath, I can't think
I'm in pain
No one knows or maybe they do knows
No one cares or maybe they've decided not to care
But everyone hurts me like I'm no one to care
They make the most miserable person I ever known
Sometimes they build me up
But most of the time they wreck me
Crashed me into pisces I myself couldn't build it back.
I feel nothing
I settled my mind
They are with me for the mean time and little more time they will eventually leave
They will cry but the next time they will be the reason of my pain
I'm tired to cry
My tears is already dried
No tears will ever fall from my eyes
They dried up
I get tired
I get numb
I got used to it
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Mind of Sorrow
عشوائيDisclaimer: I made this to write or publish my poems about how painful I have felt at that moment. If you found this interesting keep on reading. Read with me as I learned how my life made me stronger day by day, happenings over happenings. My poem...
