The soul of one is tearing behind its own shredded tears,
Behind the laughs and jokes that everyone makes,
Behind the stares and hurtful expressions among all their faces,
And behind the regret of life, despite its efforts.
The soul of one is tearing behind its own shredded tears,
Behind the cuts and marks that it has engraved in its wrists,
Behind the beating and the bullying made otherwise at home,
And behind the toughts of suicide, to end such a wasted life
The soul of one is tearing behind its own shredded tears,
Behind the cries and pleas it has made,
Behind the hurtful skin of a wasted body,
And behind the hate and sorrow for its own self.
The soul of one has finally torn behind its own shredded tears,
For the blade has finally made its last and final scar,
For the last weep and cry had finally been fulfilled
And for the ridding of one\'s useless life has finally become an accomplishement.
hey please rate because i did this poem for a class project and i wanted to know what you guys and gurls think of it...ill really appreciate your ratings and comments, and i promise to return the favour...thx tons..
