Taste Of My Tears Poem by Jessica Elizondo

The taste of tears hits my lips
I look at my pillow
It's wet and
it always is.

I hate this.
Ihate it when I care
about all the wrong reasons.
I hate when I can't stop.

Why do I jugde myself?
I hate it so much,
I cry about it.
How pathedic.

I cry out,
No help is found.
Whishing someone would give me a hug,
Before more tears hit the ground.

Wishing, Hoping, Praying,
That I can escape this,
That I can just smile
and not worry about it.

I hate how people jugde,
Or how I think they do
I hate This,
More tears come.

Someone? anyone! help.
Save me from this
and show how to move on
before i dissapear and will be gone

Please, take my hand
Show me the way
I hate how I look,
The price I must pay.