I cried so much for so long, now I\'m unable to cry
My tears drops are blood from my skin
A tool pierces my skin as I go over it in repatition
The pain begins to grow but I do not cry
The tears drip down from my arm in a slow a pain process
Blood on my shirt and jackets I clean them right away but I wish I could be left to die in a corner!
I understand what you mean
5/5 take a look at some of my poems sometimes, there sorta like yours and take time to leave a comment or rate it if you'd like, very nice work. keep it up