Well

I wish that I was in a well,
I wish that my sobs echoed so loud in my ears,
in the middle of the woods,
so loud that I wasn't so afraid to cry.
I wish that I was in a well, 
Sitting down on my knees,
water up to my neck so the tears didn't have to travel far.
I wish that I was in a well,
so old and dry that my tears have so much space to grow.
All I have are these moments of breaking but I need more,
I need one well for every hour I stay sad because who can I bear going without my tears?
my tears are poison,
they burn as they leave my eyes and it hurts just right every time,
my tears are pain that I need in this moment,
they drop and dry up just as quickly and I can cry more.

my tears are mine,
they are me to my core,
my tears are all I have left,
so why not cry more. 

 

idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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