The tears they fall unfiltered and pure
Pouring out pain that nothing can cure
Tumbling, cascading like the waterfall
The vivid mark of agony’s call
Those salty drops of feminine curse
Trapped under weight, day by day growing worse
no one to catch them, no one to see
No one else lost in this hell-hole but me
Screaming in terror at the walls closing in
Dropping to my knees, my head starts to spin
Feeling the rage within growing stronger
What in the hell have I done that’s so wrong?
The quickness of breath and tightness of chest
I have endured through it all, gave it my best
Fight needlessly, years upon years
Left in the clutches of multipule fears
Fears instilled with the greatest of care
To case me to snap; my soul to lie bare
Stuck inside this glass house of mine
I stare out at a world that could be just fine
Sighing, I realize it’ll never be me
From this bondage I can’t be set free
Held tight in the grasp of anger and hate
Painfully avoiding the view of my fate
Hearing the heart beneath my breast tare once more
I shudder to think of those who came before
Pressing the steal to my flesh, I push with a shout
I sit, No More Tears, as my life force flows out
2 comments
This was an excellent poem. I can really feel your struggle while reading it.
I agree! Brilliant work. Have you considering being published in a mental health awareness book called living proof? This is exactly the kind of creative writing we are looking for! Simply submit any work to creativewriting.pwwp2@hotmail.com it’s due to be published in April so go for it x