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My unshed tears
are now tucked away
until I just hit the clock
and blow one day.
What will happen then
will they think I'm mad?
Or will they be relieved
that I'm more than just sad?
What will happen
when I tell them the truth?
Will they treat me different
and blame it on youth?
Where will they take me
to help me find my road?
I tried God,
but, well, it didn't go.
When will I see sunshine
and no more rain?
When will the tears come out
and I can feel happy again?
What happened
to the girl I used to be?
Something took over,
something bad inside of me.
The unshed tears
that I refuse to cry
because my heart
is full of pride.
The unshed tears
that I won't do
have caused me pain
and, Hell, they've put me through.
The unshed tears
and shattered heart.
It feels nightmare-like
in which I'd like to flee; part.
The unshed tears
that I won't cry
have become my enemy
because of foolish pride.
( *This poem has been inspired by the poem writting by the fanfiction member in which their's is titled, "Unshed Tears." I highly suggest you read this poem.*)