Treasure Island

Kaysen Fraker

(12/20/88 / Georgia)

Tears In My Throat


For years
tears have been behind my eyes
forced back
by a promise

A childhood
filled with tears
blocking
future tears all together

Choking on depression
pressure building
making my whole body hurt
making me hate everything around me

A fire in my stomach
making those tears boil
turning my self pity
into pure anger

It feels like
if I could cry
just once
I could find love

Cupid's arrow
erupting in flames from the heat of anger
anger fueled by depression
grown through time

Maybe one day
love can be my sheers
tears steaming down my face
allowing me to find peace

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2008
Edited: Saturday, November 21, 2009

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