Cry

Tired of the late night cries, pain of those who died

wishing they were a live to fill the emptyness inside. Wondering

why ? Questioning my life inside, wishing it was me who would've died.

Crying for someone to hear you, but they can't see past what the eyes can't see.

The inside I'm hurt and devistated crying for help, but the outside I play

the happiness and fake the tears.

Is my life real ? or is it the hell of my nightmare drowning me with tears..... I Cry

                                                                -------- Breonna Davis