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I didn't want to admit it, but I cried myself to sleep every night this week because of you, And I know that it is going to continue, no matter what I try and do.
I write a lot of my poems from my bathtub floor Soaking up sadness til the water gets cold Til my silence grows old Til my tears meet the water And the stanzas are told  
You can’t burn some memories Fire becomes them Til they darken like ash Blowing in the smoke she exhales But do not breathe them in Do not step in the ash Or the flames for that matter
I don’t understand how you can just stand there Standing beside the river I cried Skipping stones off my tears to watch how far they’ll go As if my brokenness is a wishing well you have been waiting to use
I don’t remember exactly what I was doing. Exactly what made me stop. I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band And the rain
it seems so easy to cry now the tears coming from some ever replenishing source and I am not startled any longer when a hot stream flows down my cheeks  when blinking releases a torrent
The Jewel of the night sky, the pearl, the moon, the teardrop in my eye, the pearl, the moon, one look just makes me cry, the pearl, the moon, to live and then to die,
How does one fill a void inside? Who is there in which I can confide? I'd like to say I need to swallow my pride, But there's none left, so now I'll just hide.
Her mouth resembles that of cotton, and not the overly-sweet candy kind. Hearing “don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles” only makes her eyebrows furrow even deeper; her frustration as visible as ever.
A lullaby drifts on a distant breeze Sapphire’s twinkle in the light of his eyes Dust settles down like the my tears when they cry While a sweet silent shiver drips down from the skies  
We are not appraised by how we begin Nor are we judged by our face or our skin We learn to hide what we’re told to by others Using our clothes and makeups as covers  
I cried when you left but not for the reasons you think, I no longer had to deal with you and at first I believed it to stink, You and I had so much history, But the reasons shouldn't have come as a big mystery,
My tears are like acid., As they run down my face. Burning my heart. Without leaving a trace.
Burning,My eyes are burning,A family recipe of allergies and tearsThey spill down my cheeksThey pool at my feetCryingI can’t stop itI am no longer in control hereThey go where they please
Yes, I regret The scornful dissipation Of my salad days When I was strong,   Believe me, They didn’t last too long, Believe me, They didn’t last too long.   Yes, I regret
The complaints long pending,
I still remember in vivid detail the first time my father made me bleed. It was a cold November evening and we had just finished dinner. I was all dressed up in my golden basketball jersey ready for a game.
I’ve been trying for weeks But I can’t seem to find it I’ve been biting my cheeks like the idea is inside them   But the blood starts to pool with its signature taste I feel like a fool,
To the girl who thinks being gay is a choice:   Honey what is you doing?
A loose excerpt from The Icarus Complex:   There was a child named Icarus, Who always dreamed of touching the stars. They had wonderful intelligent parents.  God were they intelligent, 
The first time I saw my father cry we were on the side of the road the flip phone landed in his lap from the back seat, I watched his shoulders shake   The second time I saw my father cry
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Everything shakes. My eyes flash. I wake up. You walk past. Shadow figure, With elegant grace. My heart bangs,
All I could see,was a fine silverit was so quick,but my heart was even faster,for this silverit could not outrunme in this raceBut, sadly I couldnot replace me for youas my regret
The clouds wept for they knew my pain.   ~awatr
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
Hey, you. Yeah, you. It's ok to be sad. But I just wanna tell you that you're loved. Okay? It's ok to want to be alone. But I just wanna tell you that I'm here for you. Okay?
The question is... When did you start caring? You never once took action to make sure I was okay You never once asked me how was my day You never once told me it was going to be okay You never once!
My friendship to you.Its a curious thing.We laugh and we talk.And sometimes we sing.
Listen to that voice There is importance in following These pages enclose the words my heart holds If I enacted the things I feel I could heal Our generation acts as if emotions are no big deal
“They lied to me!” She screams to herself.   They promised! That they would be there for her.
Thank you. Thank you for every second, every day, every year. Thank you for holding me While I cry, And smiling at me While I laugh. Thank you for your time, your trust, your affection,
Empty words on empty screens,  A silent generation screams Behind the masks of pleasant faces, Witty pictures, clever phrases,  We break, we cry, We sob, we fight, And segregated, rot and die,
Life full of So much work My greatest love Has turned beserk Smother me My head hurts Cry in my tea Tears on my shirt
  Looking at the stars Thinking about the place I go every day, The place I call home But it doesn’t feel that way.   Home feels like bad dream
Don't waste your tears... one day they may be all you have left...
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy,  is because we are afraid to lose something,  that is so rare to find . . . or at least that's what I do with you. 
You didn't love me Because you didn't know how to love You only knew how to play So indeed you played, With my heart. My feelings. My time. My life. My mind.  
Do you ever wanna cry but the tears won't come?For the fear, and the shame, and whats been done.Do you ever wanna cry but the tears are drowned?All you left with is an angry frown.
Crying. Constant tears. Cruelty as far as the eye can see. How come nobody helps me. How can nobody see. I’m in pain.
The Moon came out to playWithout the sight of dayHer skin as white as snowHer sadness will only grow
I Never Needed You Like Do Right Now  I Never hated you like I do right now  YOU make me cry YOU make me scream  YOU make me shout  ; But  YOU gave me hope 
The only letters I’ve ever kept Are apology letters Every single one from my father Because it’s easier for him to write to me And leave it in my room while I’m sleeping Than to look me in the face  
What is it like to watch me cry? What is it like to wipe away the tears from my eyes? Do they match in color? I can tell you what it is like  To watch you cry Every heave of your chest
I ask about love, And if I can ever find it. But how can I expect someone to love me, When I don't love myself? How can I expect respect, When I tear myself down? How can I expect anyone to trust me,
Officially unofficial Temporary partner because for the moment it was beneficial Emotions intertwine and interchange and then it hit you Your perception of reality was a tragedy
Someone told me it's not the end, Into the darkness I descend. Falling through empty promises That are to never to come true, Tied to a noose made by the view of the world As I dangle wordless and helpless.
Momma wrote Years ago a sunlit chapel First grade was ending I was leaving No recollection of the words Only Momma choked on them Sad Tears   Momma never cries
Spilling Spilling Spilling Spilling Spilling Spilling
Someone once told me  A man doesn't cry He also isn't weak Alright, ok So, I should become a machine incapable of emotion then? What's so wrong with crying every now and often?
Happiness is the outcome to unquenchable tears which came because of struggle.     The world is sad, the world is bad.
I have been beaten, broken, and blamed I have been disregarded and ashamed but by the digging through the light of the untamed
Have you ever lied to a lover? Just to convince yourself That you would never look at another Especially one who may look a little like yourself Have you ever cried about a lover?
WHERE ARE YOU, LOVE!? Where are you oh love, That tears my heart apart, With waters of loneliness? Where are you oh love, That puts asunder, what the wind of joy tries to tye together?
All my life I have hid behind a smile I laugh and smirk and smile when on the inside I am slowly dying I look back on my life and feel nothing, but regret
Now, Joy was filled all over, And sadness is seen in some; Though joyous they would be, they seem sad But sweetness flowed on others minds.   Sadness was filled, by the day’s end
God answer us when we are in distress   may You protect us send us help and support   to make our plans a success make us shout in joy   make us victorious
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs 
Being hurt doesn't matter Being controlled constantly is the norm People don't notice how you shatter   Overhearing the other girls cruel chatter In your mind their whispers brew a strom
Honey please, put the razor down Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling We need you here I need you here And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
sound wave
My chest pinches in an uncomfortable way the air will not flow right slowly seeping out and leaving me breathless   Tears begin to collect,  from the pain,  the pressure,
Are you ready to be fooled? We break up, we make up and then everythings okay. But now? nothing is right. Where is the makeup part to our routine?
With an abundance of sighs 
Why did you cry when he died, but not when I said good bye. Why did you cry when I was angry, but not when I was sad. Why did you cry when I moved,
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in   They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle  
I'm a single bedroom house.  I have enough inside me to support myself, but only room for one.  Strong enough to stand my ground, but fragile enough to fall apart at the slightest movement, I am made of glass. 
I'm a pest, And I'm a thief. Though, I do not mean no harm, I disturb your peace. But can you give me my peace? Can you give back what you took from me? Only half is fine.
Never had to break a
  It’s all right to take a breather sometimes
Thou shalt not repeatedly cry to regain sympathy, thou shalt cry to reveal joy.
When the storm clouds rolled,  I lifted my head to the sky. When fate the lightning foretold, I smiled but didn't wait to die.   Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,
Why can't things be. What they used to be. When I felt special. Around you. Guess things got too serious. Thought we could both bring the best out. In both of us. But I feel so alone.
My passion is strong My heart feels pain My eyes glisten from tears My hands shake from fear
Crying doesn’t solve problems But it will make you feel better That’s why we cry on others’ shoulders That’s why our pillow is soaked at night That’s why the next day we can smile  
Its these that scare me more than anything its that what's said today
You know those moments When you just want the world to leave you alone, When the littlest things make you break down in tears, When there's so many things you want to say, but you don't know how to say them,
Troubled spirits speak the most... Because so much pain has the words flowing like the tears we cry.
I’ve never felt so lost, Nor felt so helpless, alone, angry and frustrated. Nor have I ever cried so much, or as often. Never have I asked “why” so many times. I’ve never been so weak.
Beauty came and beauty died, the beauty of our love inside, our hearts crying out with pain, please take my pain away.   Let me feel the pain, coming down like the rain,
Laying on her bed, full of dreadful tears "Please stop crying," her son said in dismay. No one understands her countless fears. Memories flowed in her mind, thinking about her past years.
One time, i wrote a poem On a piece of paper with  No lines. And i cried, Smudging all the little letters. The ants drowned by Saltwater. They thrashed and thrashed and thrashed,
They said if you feel like crying,then cry.Don’t hold in the tears and the emotions.But I’m a masochist,and I’m feeling so numb
I’m trying not to lose these fading memories,Because they’re all that I have left of you,Even when the pain brings me to my kneesAnd I can’t breathe because I’ve glimpsed the hue
Alone is one of the worst things to be When all you feel Is tired and empty. You can cry You can weep. You can shut off the light And beg for sleep. But it won’t come And you’ll still be
Tears are the cure to sadness,
My life was like a kaleidoscope. My hand gripped your's as we walked through the art fair that late May day. Together. Just like the pieces of the kaleidoscope.
In solitude and in emptiness  Wretch the loneliness out of me. Carve out these shallow words. Hold me, I am scared of falling   Down to despair and misery. 
Every minute I fade.
Sitting in a room full of people but nobody can hear your scream. Walking down the halls alone as if you were in a horrible dream.
I prayed this morning,
Puffy eyes; sleep deprived.
The calm before Yolanda
Kiss me Hug me Tell me you love me Where ever you are, Keep thinking of me. Feel me Touch me Tell me you want me Drive me crazy, Touching me softly. Your hair
I dream, One day you would want me. One day you would notice me. One day you would forget work. One day you would write me. One day you would study me. One day you would intice me,
Cry... that's it, just let it out, cry. No one's here to judge, so just let the tears fall from your eyes. Release... If you keep it bottled up how can you expect any peace? So please...
It's just another day, still hanging by a thread. When I open my eyes, to see a pillow and a bed.Where I lay my head, I think to myself thank god I'm still alive and not found dead.
Cry. Cry until your head hurts. Cry until no more tears come out. Cry until your heart can’t take it anymore. Cry for release. Cry for your soul. Cry it all out. Cry for pleasure.
Liar, Liar pants on fire   “Mama,” her body began to spark more and more with each step “I’m going to Emily’s house,” her eyes began to glow hungry for fuel
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
Do you really expect to get the love of your life? When you don't respect yourself, You post half nude pics, and say “I give bomb head,” and yet You dare to expect respect
With tears unshed, and eyes open wide Days of class and work and normal blur by, But now I think I’m safe with eyes dried, Yet why do I always feel about to cry? This world is cruel, not one I trust as a friend That has not hurt my heart or mind,
I cannot let you see me cry It's not that I don't have something to cry over I don't know why when I cry I run for cover rather than the open arms of my mother I cannot let you see me cry
Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this? Shampoo in my eyes. Give me cancer for a cause. Rush smoke in my lungs. I am an animal, I want to live free. Why cant the just let me be?
There are some old notes at the back of my closet. I haven't been able to get rid of them yet. There is a rusted ring at the bottom of a cup holder. And a bunch of letters inside a folder. 
Walking down the street Its more than a dream Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me What I see is a frightening sight All different faces but no difference inside
I wonder if she even cares about me? All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally My confidence level has dropped and My the respect I have for myself is lacking
I do not cry – not anymore, Not since I was a little girl. Little boys are not supposed to cry, And how different was I, that I could? Well, you know what I was not having? Reader? That.
  Do take my writing as my unsaid goodbye, Ignore the salty tears I'll cry. With a pen, my heart will speak, The words I fear my heart too weak. Memories I've saved and words of fellows,
I’m so gone. Literally.   There is a distant look in my eyes. And I go further and further away every day.   I’m gone. If I come back, that’s God’s will.
Fear, feel me As I cry. With cold hands,  Twisting my heart And tearing my love. Hiding underneath the skin Afraid, alone. Appearing like  The torture of my indecision  And fear,
So you won’t have an answer But I know I have a question Why am I brushed off In the times of my stressin’   Yes I give advice And yes I can smile But don’t you really think
All I ever ask myself is why we have to die. It just puts depress on us and leaves us all to cry. Why do we have to leave even when we’re young? Before you even know it, the heaven bells have rung.
Fast fleeing the world from whence i came,the only thing i regret is that of my name,My Final Goodbye will not be so easy,As to just float away on the first chance i get,I love you to much to ever leave,
Why did you have to leave? Why did you have to be there? Why did he have to take you? Having to see everyone and everything around me so gloomy was horrifying.
Pinches and medicine, Needles and a poke. This just has to be a painful joke. Their squirms are minimal, Their cries are silent, Allowing the ‘caretakers’ to be violent.
You remind me now of a Ghost that once haunted me.   One that made me cry, into the small hours of the night.   In pain, Unloved, Unappreciated, and Used.   Bruises,
stop crying. stop crying. that's a lesson you learn from dying. it's nothing, it's okay. i'm just gradually going insane. but it's alright. I'll cross my t's and dot my i's and everything will be fine.
Pain is silent demons, sometimes welcomed in our life Often sorrowed for or about The bloody red tears, that represent pain Are all but real, for pain is what you feel Tell me, do you feel pain from reading this poem;
Laying in bed thoughts are running through my head. I remember you, I really do I just wish I had one last moment to speak to you. All the times we shared together those memories will stay in my hear forever.
A rock in a sea of pebbles, freedom overthrown by rebels. Living in a world that is our own, Painted gold by traveling stone. All that I own is my pig and my cart, bringing out the forgotten art.
What do we do when we find another? You don't deserve the right to be called a mother Who's to blame if we don't even respect each other And then I wonder.....why we even bother?. (Yeah....yeah) (Hook)
I cry sometimes because I’m human too I cry sometimes because there is nothing else to do I cry sometimes because I can’t hold it all in I cry sometimes because everyone doesn’t get a happy end
I've been through this game before Slowly watched us being torn This word no longer means a thing to me It's all a lie, as far as I see Unconditional love i've recieved But deeper within was dark and deceit
There's a garden Grown by the Devil's reapers And they plant souls Of all earth's little creatures They'll give you the peace You wouldn't find in any preacher
He haunts me. Like a ghost, my husband haunts me. The red-tailed hawks that cry out over head taunt me mercilessly. That was his favorite bird of prey. Cardinals that whistle and sing as the day wakes up
laying cold dripped in sweat eyes rolled back shaking at the tips I sit hear wondering why o why I fall to my knees frightened by the sight purple lips and cold blood
Have you ever tried To hold back from crying Just to show other that you Aren't as weak as they say? Secretly as you cry You wish you weren't, but its Just so overwhelming.
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