Tears

Days pass,

but sleep feels useless.

Boring and a waste of time,

I lie awake- doing nothing

feeling so alone.

Your there on the edge of my mind,

but I never let you in.

Because never in my life

will I ever cry over you again.

 

Tears are useless, bitter things,

and never in my life,

will i cry again,

not over you- even though you're there,

always on the edge of my mind,

but never again

will I think of you again.

 

I'm just not happy

not anymore

not since the days

became such a bore.

A confusing overwhelming horrible blur.

My vision is scattered and my consentration

is torn.