A bunch of little poems

Child

I am no normal child
my eyes cry blood
my worries are piled
as my tears slowly flood

I'm drowning in my own blood
sufficating on each tear
as sticky and cold as mud
I'm overcome with fear

Just a thought

No where to go
No one to turn to
The feeling
The need
Cuts deep within
To the point of
Not caring

Another thought

Too much confusion
with no resolution
how much can I take
before I break
So much violence
with no alliance
but in the end
we'll still be friends