At Night

 

At night she would cry.

Becuse of the never ending lie.

Everyday, a smile she would fake.

And everyday her heart would brake.

 

At night she would stay awake.

Wondering how much more she could take.

With every tear that droped,

Came this one chronic thought.

 

At night she would cut and bleed,

And mayber her diary  they will read.

To figure out what she did,

Every night that she lived.

Author's Note

I wrote this about myself...i keep crying for help but nobody is listening...hmmm

Reviews

[Bridger Hall]

You know what you need to do.. you are great. keep writing like a demon. haha.

[CHRIS ANDES]

oh, i've felt that sometimes
.I guess you've interchange the a and y of the word diary

[Roe]

Wow such a great write!

[jennifer little]

wonderful poetry great job i loved it nice work thanks for sharing this with me

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

It's sad, I know the exact feeling. Nice job!

[Alex Vidmar]

I really like this. its sad. but it's well written.