Crying poems by teens
Why me, god
- by Hyllary 59
Dear God,I would like to thank you for what you've already done for me
I know I have many sins
That I hope you'll forgive
Sometimes I think you've forgotten about me
And you no longer love me
I don't think you hear my ocean of cries
That continues to rise
As the sun sets and rise
I need you now more than ever
I may be a little clever
But with you in my life I know my life will soon get better
I feel so alone
And bad luck prone
I feel like I can't go on
I can't worship you in song
But this journey is so long
I need you God
Where are you
Do you still love me
Am I not still your child
I know sometimes I get a little wild
Yes I know I am truly blessed
But my parents and I are terribly stressed
My dad can barely walk
Sometimes he even struggles to talk
Yes he's terribly sick
And you still let him take that terrible hit
The pain is too much
It's been very rough
I try to be tough
But I don't know how much more I can take
The pain in my back is as sharp as a knife
That I wish sometimes would end my life
People lie and steal
But they don't know the taste of their own bitter pill
I believe I can fly
If I only give it a try
But my self esteem is anything but high
Hello are you still there
God do you hear my cry
I'm tired of watching my mother cry
"Sigh"
It makes me want to die
I would give my own life
Just to see her smile
Which she only does every once in awhile
Working 12 hours
I can see the weight of the world on her back
She's my hero
But I know you have all the power
So please God please
I'm begging on my knees
I'll do anything for a blessing
I'll climb the highest mountain and swim across the deepest sea
If not for me, then please do it for her
Hear my prayers
Hear my cries
I know you love all things even the trees and the seas
But again I'm begging you please
I can't take this pain
The storm is rough
And I want to get out of the rain
So I ask you again God
Do you still love me
Am I still your child
Are you listening
Oh God why oh why is this happening to me
Oh Why God
Why me, God
Tears
- by Israel Scialabba 58
Thousands of tearsRush down my face.
Inside my mouth
Blood is all I taste.
Blow by blow I take
the hits in
through all of it
Not a sound I make.
I bite back
Every ounce of pain.
through hitting me
What does she gain?
A thousand tears run
down my face
but not a single
sound escapes