What's the point of living if your always down and...
What's the point of living if your life is full of...
I wrote this poem awhile ago and I never submitted...
The walls are closing in...
I have went with this to long
I just didn't want to let go...
I bleed for you
Yes I do...
For every tear that's left uncried
Another part of me has died...
Empty words find their spaces
And create their hollow sounds...
I hate to love and I love to hate
It might just be too late...
Cut, Slice, Rip, Tear/
Just one more cut...
Wat is the point in talking
when I know people can hear...
Ill smile and laugh,
And pretend I'm ok...
Tears form in my eyes
I do not want to appear weak...
No one sees these silent tears
These tears I cry every night...