Tears

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By hidden •

Tears tears of acid, tears that stain tears that burn, tears of pain tears flow freely wile emotions run high tears fought dearly on a final goodbye tears reveal a blackend heart had become twisted from the start all these tears and all these fears trace back to you to the hell you put me through this blackend heart needs a friend someone on which it can depend someone that will care enough to show enough to wipe away the tears enough to share someone the'll help that wants you safe that doesn't want you hurt that'll keep pace I want that friend as much as you to share what we have all been through but fact is that friend can't exist we all have to make do with you

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November 14, 2005 20:20hidden

Tears are droplets of flesh burning acid.



Peeling and revealing the bone deep ugliness of a savagely torn and decaying, black heart.



A river of blood gushes and seeps over the exposed screaming skin, of a broken spirit.



Deep protruding wounds that will leave hideous scars of fractured trust and repeatedly crushed dreams.



Tears are droplets of flesh burning acid, which smoulder and shrivel any rays of pure hope.


thats the origonal poem by a friend of mine. I just wrote that in answer

November 17, 2005 22:49Faith

I hate tears too... crying always gives me a headache and then i feel worse than i did before i started. It's a good poem... i like it!

November 21, 2005 20:28Amy Mc

Jesus is the best friend we'll have. even though we all sin he forgives us. he washes us in his blood. besides "who is without sin throw the first stone". and they all leave. thats how i see it.
I know how you feel but i can stand on both sides. I tried to give someone my heart. everything i ever did was wrong. and so it wasn't good enough. i could of tried my best to be a friend. but I was always a failure of some sort in this life. trying hard to do right but always being imperfect always saying i'll try harder this time. and nothing i ever did was good enough for this friend who was truely never a friend at all. never even talking to me. so if i was such a terrible friend then why was i the only one trying to be friendly. but i think your poem rocks

November 21, 2005 20:42hidden

Sorry in no mood or time of my life to convert to the masses. Some peple can be like that, always want more. Best to leave them alone. And thanks for the coments all

December 20, 2005 20:17Debz ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~

this is really a fantastic peice of work i really like your use of words and the imagery its potrays it made me think of crying while reading it very good x