Theses Tears

Theses Tears

A Poem by QuietPoet

Theses Tears

 

Theses tears falling from my eyes

Tonight they feel different

They have meaning

With every drop

 

My heart keeps breaking

With every breath I take

I just can’t sleep through the pain

Anymore, I’m suffocating

 

I can’t erase the memories of you

When I try so hard, so very hard

And every time I think

I break so much more

 

Every single person that

Has shredded this heart

I’ve tried to forget it all

But its glued to me

 

I try not to be a broken angel

But my wings have just fallen apart

I can’t fly anymore

No matter how much I try

 

Sometimes I can’t look

Into my mother’s eyes

Because I feel so ashamed

If she only knew..

 

The feeling of keeping

Things from you

Is like stabbing me

Into a millions of pieces

 

My past is so black

I can’t change any of it

I was let down, beaten,

Hurt, fell, then left behind

 

I lay in my bed at night

I think of everything in my life

And I just can’t hold theses tears

While I make everyone believe I’m happy..

© 2010 QuietPoet


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Very emotional powerful words here. The words are very sad and leave you with a longing. I hope that you find peace. It is hard when your heart is broken. Life is sometimes a sad place to be. I just want to give you a hug. I am sending virtual ones.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Deeply moving.. your words paint such sadness and longing. That sense that something is lost flows here.. the pain of living in the darkness. Powerful, tragic words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is quite the emotional write.
Well expressed

Posted 11 Years Ago



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QuietPoet
QuietPoet

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Hello, my is kylie, I havent been on here for a long time, i haven't written in years so bare with me. Reading all my old stuff brings back a lot of memories. I have a husband and twin girls, i would.. more..

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