Can\'t Cry

I can not cry
I can only write these poems bitter and dry
it feels like i might certainly die
The pain i feel is like fire under my toes
Or that someone is trying to kill me with a deadly acid under my nose
Why must i feel like this, its not right at all
Its like being hit by a running waterfall
Why can\'t it stop and just all go away
Oh wait i know why its her name...
It burns me with passion
It suffocates me with lust
But when i say it, i choke on my cuss
I shall now only speak it when necessary
But its not right, not fairly