My Crying Heart

A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time. Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind. My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed. I tell myself it is going to be okay, and i put a mask on to go with the day. Stress in eating my by the minute, so I need to overcome to win it. It's hard to describe how I feel right now I want to explain it but I don't know how My heart was crying for you, but you never came to my rescue. Now you show up like nothing ever happened, don’t be surprise when I start snappin The tears of a child meant nothing, and now the tears of a grown up meant something Making me say the word mom is dangerous like trying to set off a bomb. This poetry was to mend my crying heart, but now you just torn it apart.