Tears

Tears

I'm sitting in my room,
thinking about so many things.
I don't know how to do this
fight all these feelings...

I'm mad, I'm sad...& hurt
hurting so much
I just want to die,
at least if I'mdead
no tears will come from these eyes.

Dying inside
slowly falling apart.
Having bad feelings
will they ever depart?

Will everything always be wrong
Why cant anything be right?
Why do I lye in bed,
holding my pillow tight.

Dieing inside.
I don't want to face another day.
For once I want it to all be right.
I don't like this ongoing fight.

Im dying inside.
I don't want these feelings.
No more tears...
Will fall from these eyes