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Tears of Pain

Tears coming down my face slowly I take my hands and wipe them away.
Every day I wake up and say I don't belong here every day I long for love to be along side or near.

Every one walks in wonder. Is she fill with dis spare or is she still hurt from the way I discouraged her while her presents was still there.

All I wonder is why do you continue to kill me on the inside while I try my best to keep it together on the out side. I walk with my heart heavy and my legs sore. I just can not figure out why I can get it off my chest. My soul feel worry as I feel sicker.

These are tears of pain.
Your more then no one.



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