I feel this awful pain,
The memories are as cold as rain.
This poison is sour,
It drains my energy more every hour.
I dance and sing,
I get on Bing;
But it will never stop the pain.
I think I'm starting to wane.
I can't stop it,
Life is painful but only for a bit.
I just get used,
Ever blow leaves a black bruise.
Even though I feel weak,
I never ever weep.
I feel sick and tired,
My heart's the employee and it just got fired.
I'm out of the loop,
My eyes they tend to droop.
My body gets tortured,
But my heart is butchered.
Everyday is like a knife in the heart;
And the knife is sharper than a dart.
People can be so paper thin,
I'm surprised they don't blow away with the wind.
The death is on the inside,
It's caused by the people on the outside.
The sad memories jump as they parade.
Every jump is another reason to fade.
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PoetryPoems I wrote in 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade to express my pain. Try to enjoy. :) Remember to comment or Inbox me, vote, and whatever. Tell your friends 'bout my stories. And I'm always open to new advice. Thanks for reading. :)