Poetry

I’ve cried so hard, 
My tears have turned black
The purity of my sadness
Has been destroyed long ago. 
As it touches my paled skin
It fades inside my mind
The hatred spreads
Like poison mascara
It covers my identity 
While stabbing my heart thin…
Blood flows thick, 
Like oil seeping from my skin
Pain is an ungrateful feeling
To inflict potential confliction…
I suffer much agony 
But choose to live this way
To show you that children 
Have scars of sorrow too
And it could be like mine
A EMO teardropp lost in time.