Runaway Tears Poem by Dead Poetic

She seems so quiet yet her plea is loud
She’s never noticed, even in the smallest of crowds.
Roll, roll, rolling through he motions as if she is not here.
What she doesn’t know is hope is near.
She goes home to get beat till she bleeds,
Then runs to the bathroom and gags till she heaves.
Every night she pulls from her bed,
A gun that holds real tight to her head.
“Do it, do it! ” she constantly cries.
Then cries herself to sleep where she dreams she dies.
She wakes up with sudden dread,
The gun still positioned on her head.
Awake she is and off se goes,
Where to, no one knows.
It’s all very strange all very new.
But she is putting herself together with very light glue