Wet Page Poem by Kay Allen

filled with pain
I watch the rain
as it falls down on me
here I go again
staring at my pen
wondering what my next words should be
I am never filled with joy
I live to annoy
everyone with my sorrow
no one understands
that I do what I can
to look forward to tomorrow
but it's not easy
to be me
and live my life of hurt
people fill my head
with 'be thankful you're not dead'
but I don't think that it would be worse
than the life I lead
my heart just bleeds
and my eyes are filled with tears
will there be a time
when I don't cry
can I get rid of all my fears
so here I go again
looking at my pen
not knowing what to write
I live in hell
everyone can tell
even though I try my best to hide
life is like a merry go round
with that irritating musical sound
I squeeze my eyes shut
I want something to come to mind
leaving everything behind
but my tears continue to cut
my face as they fall
to hell with it all
nothing ever will get better
I throw the pen down
to hell with writing now
as my page just keeps getting wetter