poem

I have been thinking and thinking
To speak what I have in my mind.
I have been failing and failing
Every single time.
Either I have too much to say,
Or maybe my vocabulary sucks to my dismay.
I have tried to talk to the people I know,
I have tried to write it and show.
But I’m just used to hold everything in
And sadly some how it shows on my skin.
Bottled up feelings, tears I don’t cry,
My jumbled up pieces ,eat me up inside.,
My heart feels a pain, it’s hard to describe,
The tears that I cried, killed the spark in my eyes.
I think of dying , everyday,every time,
My life just don’t feel worth more than a dime.