crying

my tears fall faster then rain coming down my window

my tears are heavier then 1,000 braids in my head

my tears mean more then i could ever imagine 

my tears have seen it all

my tears have been wiped away

my tears arent always sad

my tears could mean laughter

my tears arent always bad

but my tears were still there after

after i wiped them away they never left

they engraved themselves deep in my chest

after i breathed through it i never stopped 

because crying was the only way i felt on top

i cant wipe them anymore

instead i just let them pour

because you caused my pain

so they keep falling like the rain

only difference is i have no rainbow

no happy ending

i keep crying because thats the only way i know

This poem is about: 
Me

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