I Cry Poem by LaTisha Parkinson

I cry for many things
And all the pain it brings
Sometimes I cry when I think of him
Who was never like a father from the beginning
I cry every time I ask myself that question
Does my mom really love me without hesitation?
I cry every single time
I realized I’m not loved
Only from the guy above
I’ve never cried for a friend
But have felt really bad for them
I’ve never had a real reason to cry for a friend
Until now when I’ve realized that it’s came to an end
I’ve almost cried today
But I stopped myself
I felt bad inside
I wanted so badly to cry
I’m still feeling bad
Inside terribly sad
I think I will let myself cry, cry and cry
So it’d be easier to coupe knowing the friendship died