Locked Up

Tears of sorrow on my
pillow, tears of anger,
confusion, and stress,
my most challenging test.
Just running into closed
doors, inside the everylasting
flames, over and over again,
I battle my own war. A feeling
of hopelessness rests on my
shoulders. No tear can deal
with all the pain I feel,
Never is it evident enough
for you to even think about
trying to heal, My problems
are etched in my head like stone,
My life is sinking into a deep,
dark sea. So one more tear goes
out for me, one last hope that
I'll someday be free.

-Kristen Konopinski