My Eyes Cry, My Heart Dies Poem by Marie ...

perhaps the tears aren't worth crying
though they can see inside i'm dying
in between us a glass door
trying to hide me for sure
shaking and crying now i see
only one boy has the key
you saw me standing there
thats when you began to care
out we walked of the room
the teacher followed with a look of doom
becky you told her what was wrong
sang it faster than a song
now i have been sent away
gee i sure got thanks you pay
me and him split apart
the girl with a stone in place of a heart
blood brothers we read but not the same
you know i'll never just point the blame
as the tears dry in my eyes
i think for sure i choose to die
goodbye.