Midnight Poetry (2): Dark Poems With Concealed Motivation

17. Sick Of Crying

I am sick of crying
Why do I still care?
'Depression is undying'
Says my every tear

My eyes have dried
Emotions are not on my side
They are swallowing my pride
Lack of water and excess of emotions inside
I am left mortified 

I am fed up of everything
The problem is within me I know
But only more dread thoughts bring
Seems depressed, even my shadow

I am sick of crying
Why do I still care?
Myself, I find terrifying
Can't life be for once fair?

Crying makes me feel vulnerable and weak
The truth, as usual, I am afraid to speak
So at midnight, out I sneak
Scream and weep on the road like a freak
At least on the road, there is a less judgemental critique

Maybe I am not strong enough
A crybaby is all I will ever be
But maybe my life is indeed tough
I have lost the sense of reality

I am sick of crying
Why do I still care?
Just when my cheeks are drying
I am again consumed by this nightmare

'You will never get out of this' my thoughts taunt
'You, these past traumas will always haunt'
But being normal and happy is my only want
Maybe chatting and laughing with friends at a restaurant
But pushed from the peak, now I am lying broken on the Piedmont

Shall I still get up and fight?
'All you need to do is try'
I really am holding tight
I have had enough, I refuse to cry

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Hey there depressed souls! Here is your Sunday poem. I have published it a bit late cause I had some pretty important stuff to do this morning. I have finally squeezed some time for updating this poem collection.

I hope you like this one. It's definitely better than the previous one, I think. Let me know your views. I will be more than happy to hear whatever you have to say.

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See you next Sunday!!!