Sick of Crying

I had a really bad day.

Eyes red and puffy.
Feels so good to let it out,
but why all at once?
Morning,
afternoon,
night.
Rolls down my cheek.
Wipe it off with a finger.
Blow my nose.
Why did everything have to happen?
Sick of crying.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. But the words are true. Best to release the tears. I like the ending. Pain and disappointment seem to come quick and painful and is hard to understand. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Taylor H.]

I liked this. I thought it was so simple yet perfect. I liked the raw emotions.