Justcry Stories

Tears are words, That heart can't say...

have you ever had a feeling, that feeling of being empty inside. when you don't tell anyone and hope it gose away, what do you do when it comes back and it stays. i write things that flow through my head at the time, random words come together. i was told it's good but sad by many so here it is for all to read. these are from my bad, sad, angry, and fed up moods. please read and comment if you like and if you have some of your own poetry inbox me and ill write it up or read what you've got if you think it's a once off. if you don't like sad stuff probley wouldn't advise you to read this. <3

As he sat there in a pool of blood. A single tear ran down his face as he thought about his existence. "What am I to the world now..." He said aloud to himself. He held the only thing that mattered to him in the entire world. "I-I'm sorry... But... You'll have to... Make sure... Care of..." Then he went limp in his arms. Allen, was now dead. Weston wept in pain from the thing he had lost. Once again. He was alone.