Moucha,

You remind me of a song called "the tears of a clown".
Life is a struggle, it is that for all people, my sweet friend.The only thing that makes it worthwhile is the love you share with your family and friends and the personal goals you manage to achieve, of whatever nature they may be. Happiness can be found in the sun that warms your skin, a flower swaying in the wind, a child that smiles at you. If you can no longer find joy in that, you are depressed and you have to seek help. Maybe you have worked too hard for a long time?
Seek help, dear Moucha. You know you can always call on me too. I am always there to listen to you, never forget!

* a warm hug*

5/5 Ingrid

Awww CJ! this is so heartbreaking. I hate to see you like this. If you ever need to talk, you know that ill listen. I really hope you are ok. The poem was really good, but i dont like to see you hurting like this. The poem was very well written, i really liked the 'glass half empty filled with your tears' thing. I really hope that you are ok..
5/5

That was very very sad. Gets the message across very nicely.
Before when i read the title, i thought it was going to be the same old corny sad poems but i was proven very wrong, which i am very grateful for. Haha.
I must say i really loved the metaphors, especially in the last stanza.
Very nice work.
:]

Oh. P.S.
I know I am going to sound like a bit of a freak buuut:
"Needles and knifes day after day sharpen"

I think you mean: Needles and KNIVES day after day sharpen.

Sorryyy. Just had to point that out.
Because personally when something is spelt wrong it kinda kills the flow for me.
:)
Take careee.