The Story Of My Cry Poem by Carrisa Phillips

Tears rundown my face somewere inside.

As people come by and watch me die on the inside.

Many see me and can't stop and ask why.

Truely my heart is big but grows smaller as life is going to die.

Tipped at the end of a abist.

searly I'm going to fall off and die.

O! ! ! ! ! What I would give to feel the pain everyone else feels thats a cry I can actually cry.

For i have betrayed you too as you have done unto me.

It looks like I care about all their problems but I truly can't because I dont care about mine.

Emotions.... Emotions.... Emotions..... Emotions...... Emotions
Are not real! ! ! ! ! ! !

It's just something seeking a way out but still cant find its way.

Boxed in..... with boxes and boxes of emotional traps. Trying to find the door in a dark box that seems to get darker and bigger as each door is found.

Oh! ! ! How I am living life good but the homeless man across the street is in an better emotional state than I am in.