Black Tears.

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  • WishfulPoet94
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Black Tears.


It's time for the truth, no turning back.

But... All my friends and fears,

They're all quickly turning black.

Then I realized, it was my tears.


The sobs suddenly escaped my chest,

As the tears streamed down my face.

I saw in the mirror a girl who was depressed...

I knew that girl, I wanted to destroy her with angst.


I collapsed in front of my reflection;

More tears came, as I pulled my sleeve back.

It took only one more scar to relieve my depression.

So, why are the tears becoming more black?


My pain was only temporarily gone,

I tried the slashing many times before.

On that wrist so many scars were done.

The pain was back, I continued to weep.


From the public I could hide my scars,

I could hide my pain.

But the truth would be revealed through my eyes.

Maybe I should end all the lies...


Simply just fade away with my black tears,

Be gone and far away from my hurt.

I could blend in with my dark fears,

As the soul of thee stays alert.


This was the truth, without turning back,

My friends and fears...

Are no longer black.

Fore; I have no more tears.

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stever commented on Black Tears.

11-15-2009

my girl did the cutting ,,this a better way to get those feelings out,,and ur really good at it ,,this poem really hit home 4 m

WishfulPoet94

12/27/2009

That's really what I aspire for, I want people to connect to what I'm writing.

WordSlinger commented on Black Tears.

06-23-2009

This is an interesting piece, I really like how you ended it. The sixth stanza is my favorite one.

WishfulPoet94

06/23/2009

Thank you very much, I appreciate it. The sixth stanza was actually re-done a few times. I just settled on that one.

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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