Tears
You cry and cry but to no avail
To free yourself from your little jail
You weep and weep but to no answer
You cut yourself trying to hide the answer.
Your tears are so bitter and sweet
Almost as if you like to cry
Almost as if you baked them urself
Almost as if you liked to die
You cry and cry but to no avail
That your to stupid to free yourself from your little jail
You weep and weep but to no answer
Get the hell up and find that answer.
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What is on my mind...Poems
I write poems for the hell of it. Observe... Quotes are in them too. Whatever I write may not be a poem but who cares.
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