Dead End Poem by Anna Petrashishina

My heart is so swollen, I can't squeeze the feelings out.
All of my emotions come to play with my fears and doubt.
The memories are running through my head.
I hear a clone of my voice repeating all I had said.
Tears sting inside, but can't roll their way through my eyes.
A shock of pain and grief overcomes my heart as it cries.
Seems like it's beating twice as hard as before.
The wounds I feel are starting to create more.
My heart is ripping apart, and on my face you could see everything I've been keeping inside.
Finally the feelings and my body abide.
They slipped out with one last push from a friend.
The tears roll off the edge of a dead end.
They spill over any surface in the way.
Inside each drop, they hold the problems of today.