Tears

June 29, 2016
By Anonymous

I feel as if

There is no

Room for anything more

In my body.

Is that why my tears are falling,

Escaping?

Why my nose is running?

Because all my emotions want to escape

But there is no way out.

Prison.

And I am the holder of the key.

Confusion. Sadness. Anger. Regret.

The only way out is through my tears

Falling

Like

Rain

On

A

Cold

Winter

Day.

I’m cold.

I can’t decide

Whether to be sad

Or to feel bad.

Do I have the right to cry,

When I barely knew a thing

About her?

Can I be sad

About someone who really

Made me mad?

Yet the tears fall and I am cold.

She is cold.

She was crying.

But no one knew.

She’s gone.

And one day we’ll all be gone, too.

RIP.


The author's comments:

This poem was inspired by a girl who took her own life. We had never really gotten along, and this poem was how I let the guilt and pain I felt go. I barely knew her, and I sobbed my way through school the next few days, just like other people. I want people to know how scary it is to have known someone who committed suicide. If you think you aren't loved, see how many people's lives you have impacted. You are always loved by someone, even if you can't see it.


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