My tears are like diamonds,
So rare to see you close.
If you see them please remind me,
That men only cry at home.
I've been raised to be heartless,
And care for none but me.
I refuse to listen,
And instead I hide my pain.
I change the masks I wear,
My personalities on my sleeve.
I always hurt inside,
And let others use all of me.
My priorities are out of wack,
Because I'm never needed.
Until it's for the body,
Or others thing that shan't be repeated.
My tears are bloody diamonds,
Only found in sanguine dreams.
If you find me bawling,
Death is coming straight for me.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
