And You'Ll Hear Me Cry Poem by Desiree Whitamore

they tell me to write something, but theres nothing to inspire me
sure my life is hell and i'll start to need this misery
but everytime i try to write my life comes to a perfect halt
and while i blame nobody its everybody's fault
and you'll hear me cry
about my pain, and if this cut will ever heal
about all these things inside
that i can think and feel
and i won't turn around
with my back to the wind
'cause i love the way it burns
the cut open again