My tears are all dry
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Written by keller 17. May 2008 06:32 PM
So much
All too much
I am all out of tears
This is why I don’t cry
Cause there is nothing left
My tears are all dry
I cry dry for my friend
She has surgery next week
And I don’t know how to help her
Its helpless I feel
I cry dry for my fellow depnetters
As each time I venture to diaries
There is so much anguish
So much pain
I cry dry for the injustice I see (hear)
People in Armani suits
Side stepping the homeless
On my workon my route
I cry dry that my brother is so stupid
For moving to Queensland
Building his house - Loosing his equity
Taking my niece and nephew from me
I cry dry that my own life has resorted to this
And I try and I try and I cannot lift
I take lessons in emotions
And still there’s not much change
And I use guidance and counsel
But I stay much the same
And I hate this self loathing this pity I cry
But I wring out my hankie it’s constantly dry
And I keep turning it over
Try to work try to sit
Its further than ever
I jump high
From this black deep pit