Painful Thinking Poem by Amy Fifita

I don't like to cry I never do,
It feels too wet,
I don't like thinking too.
Instead you say that I should think it out,
But thinking causes troubles,
It causes doubt.
Bleeding seems to cause scars,
It leaves proof,
That you've been charred.
And yet that is always what I do,
The knife, the razor,
Is always what I turn to.
And then I also overdose,
Use to hate it,
Painful, subconscious, comatose.
So please do tell me to think not cry,
'Cause thinking makes me weep,
Painful thinking is what waters my eyes.