Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
I have lay in my bed
weeping and sobbing
for days on end.
there is no respite
only sadness and grief.
I am getting through this
in the best way I can
people say don't be a baby
get up be a man.
but this is me at my bravest.
How the hell do they know
what my tough looks like.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems