TEARS
The tears on my face have yet to be seen
no one out there knows what I mean.
No one could ever know how I feel
I wanna wake up n know this isnt real.
Sometimes I just wanna die
but I guess all i can do is cry.
Sometimes I wanna go far away
i never feel like I wanna stay.
i always cry...maybe ill fade away n die.
I am not i repeat not suicidal even though i write all of these.
i hope you like this its one of my few poems. Short i know but i cant do long poems.
i warned you that they were short.
Cat