Crimson Tears

I think this was another seventh grade poem, I wrote a lot of poetry that year. She cries blood, and she's suicidal.

Though I cry crimson tears,
No one stops and asks me why.
In this life I’m trapped in
I wish I could just die.

I wish I could just end it all,
And cry myself to sleep,
Never meant to wake again,
And buried six feet deep.

Why can’t I just be normal?
To my family, I am a freak,
Everybody hates me,
And below me there's a creek.

There's a river of blood
Flowing at my feet,
And now I’m getting tired,
I am really kind of beat.

Though I cry crimson tears,
No one stops and asks me why.
In this world I'm trapped in,
I wish I could just die.
 

Author's Note

this one was yet again purely fiction.

Reviews

[The Lone Wolf Prose]

i like how it repeats itself at the beginning and end, emphasizing the perpetuation of this sad derailing. good work.

[Lunar Pup]

fiction poems usually don't hold the emotion as true but I like the rhymes