-I found this poem in a notebook I used when I was twelve (I start writing in a different notebook every birthday). I believe I wrote it when my first boyfriend cheated on me, or perhaps I was mad at my mom. Unfortunately, I hadn’t started dating my writing yet so I may never know. The only revisions were made in the poem’s formatting. I might have been a tad melodramatic in my pre-teen years. What girl isn’t?
My eyes are dry
There is nothing left to cry
All my emotions
Are now expressed as oceans
With ten foot tall waves
That fill up my days
My rage
Has long since
Broken it’s cage
My empty book
Is on it’s last page
My heart is an empty chamber
Empty
Yet filled by anger
My everlasting ire
A dying fire
My eyes are dry
There is nothing left to cry