Tear Tracks Poem by Anna Pine

Tear Tracks



I cry most nights.

Sometimes I sob myself to sleep from a day that i cant take anymore
Otherwise it's a nightmare that wakes me

Or the loud angry voices, they yell out loud, or in my head,
i'm never sure

Crying never helps-the problem always rears its ugly head as soon as I wake

But i can't seem to stop

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