The tears are black.
My wounds are red.
I sit in a huddle,
With a pounding head.
My ragged breath,
Shows I'm insecure.
As I try to forget,
And rid of the pressure.
My vibrates -
Friends asking why.
I haven't been to class,
And why won't I say hi.
I ignore the texts.
Blanking out my phone.
Setting it on silent,
And leaving it alone.
I have morned many days,
I can't seem to smile.
The pain that I feel,
Has been here a long while.
I close my eyes,
Hoping for the end.
But the luck of 'Doomsday'
Doesn't want to be my friend.
So I sit here alone,
Black tears and red stains.
Not a light has shone,
As I wade through the pain.
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