I can feel the tears
But they are not on my face
Warm and salty burning old wounds
Scars that have left no trace
You would never know from my face
As I smile and nod
Forced wrinkles around my eyes growing deeper every year
How many joyous lies have I smiled
Can't let anyone see the damage
Barrie that depression
Don't let anyone care or worry
Only these pages know the truth
Ink and tears are what's real
My tears no longer come from my eyes
They migrate down my arm
A sort of onyx dye
Rolling over self inflicted scars
Slipping over broken long healed knuckles
To find my pen
They wither and slither to the tip
And soak these pages
These tears power the pen
When will it end
These pages will only dry
Once someone looks behind my eyes
They would see past my smile full of lies
They would see the pain that stains these words
It is a cancer playing with my mental state
A tumor that has burrowed to my marrow
Un-operable in its severity
Will I see the morrow
But please don't worry
I am fine
You will see my smile
Creating these lines of lies around bleary blue eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
