Besides Blood and Tears

By Kristoff

No one sees me late at night
When I cry myself to sleep
No one's there to help me fight
When I feel the need to weep

My wrist, too, cries
It cries tears of red
My heart, too, dies;
Wishing I was dead

When my logic dies
And my wrist cries
You can never buy
The happiness I need
All I truly want
For my life to be a different font
Besides blood and tears

It seems all that helps me now
Is the pain I hide each day
It honestly eludes me how
I can be dead in every way

As it drips down
And splashes to the floor
Pain is all around
Every time I'm behind closed doors

When my logic dies
And my wrist cries
You can never buy
The happiness I need
All I truly want
For my life to be a different font
â€‹Besides blood and tears

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Published on Saturday, July 12, 2014. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Wrote this when I was really depressed... Thanks for reading, guys, and check out my other stuff!

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Comments on "Besides Blood and Tears"

A former member wrote: I love this
On Tuesday, July 2, 2013, Sorrowful Jester (143) wrote:

Brilliant metaphors; especially this one: "My wrist, too, cries. It cries tears of red"
A former member wrote: I loved this...perfect and dark. Hit me up! know how you feel and I do love Byron.
A former member wrote: Pain makes life more real, when feeling down its natural to want everything to be completely different, its very difficult to get out of such a rut. Quite the sad write, portrayed very well.
On Friday, May 24, 2013, TornPieces (27) wrote:

This is amazing work. I love it so much. I love how you express your wrists as crying, and your logic completely dying. God thats such a truthful way of wording the disintegration of logic. Very Good.
On Friday, May 24, 2013, Kristoff (37) wrote:

Thank you. I appreciate it :)