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