Can't anyone tell I've been crying?
On the inside I think I'm dying.
My stomach is at war,
My anger so bad I'm sore.
...
On an island far away,
Wishing you could always stay.
Everything so peaceful and bright,
To your mind it’s brought great light.
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I'm 16 and from Ohio. I write poems to help me through hard times. It allows me to express what I'm feeling when I can't seem to explain it. I am very new to this so my work won't be the best. Feel free to comment what you think of my poems, Thank You(:)
Sick Of It
Can't anyone tell I've been crying?
On the inside I think I'm dying.
My stomach is at war,
My anger so bad I'm sore.
I hate myself,
So I'm cutting myself,
And I'll probably end up killing myself.
This darkness they call sadness has a hold on me,
It's s tight I can barely breathe.
I just need a hero,
Or maybe just a friend.
But why can't they see that?
Are they so blind?
Maybe they need a smack in the face,
And see me bleed.
My eyes are always red,
Nothing else needs to be said.
I'm dying,
And done trying,
And tired of crying.