Having shed rivers in my life, <br />I can’t stand the salt water, <br />I hate the tears, <br />But the stream won’t falter. <br />I curl in defensively and cry even more. <br />Those bloody tears, <br />They fall to the floor. <br />I have to live the rest; <br />In bringing my knees to my chest, <br />Burying my face, I parish, <br />With nothing left to cherish. <br />The days pass me by, <br />No longer do they have meaning, <br />Those weak voices float away, <br />All I hear now is screaming. <br />I scream and I cry, <br />I hate everything, <br />I want to die. <br />And one day I realized, <br />No longer do these tears mean anything, <br />Now the days have meaning, <br />Now I no longer cry. <br />No longer do I scream, <br />Now I hear the birds sing. <br />Having tears fall from unopened eyes, <br />In rivers from the face that’s lied, <br />The world means something; I realize. <br />No longer will I play the crying game, <br />No longer with my head bow with shame, <br />I get up and quit the crying game, <br />So that I might join the living world again.<br /><br />Hailey Agnew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crying-game-3/
