Tears.

tears may fall on the floor

razors may slide across my wrist

and alcohol may flow down my throat

but the memories still stay

the tradegies will never leave

so i cry myself to sleep

every night for tomorrow to be

as good as my life was before

before the tears started falling

the razors started sliding

the alcohol started flowing and i started crying.

Reviews

[Shardbearer99]

This was a very powerful piece of poetry. There's such sadness and unhapiness in this atmosphere that you can't help but feeling anything more than sympathey for the protagonist.