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Tears

By , Scappoose, OR

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.




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