Crying Your Eyes Out
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Poetry
You begin to scream and shout
Roll about time to let it all out
Emotions running wild from the hurt and pain
It’s starting to hurt my brain
Frustration and anger sets in, where do I begin?
I feel like a train wreck, I think what the heck am I sitting here in jail when I should be out on bail?
Gotta chill stay still get my head in a positive space for one day again I will join the human race
Gotta be staunch like a trooper and launch into a brave me for my time will come when I’m set free
Don’t quit life even if in strife for all the brothers have your back
Give it a crack, don’t ever look back on the past you can’t repair
Only leaves your heart in pieces feeling lost broken in despair
Remember the ones who care they will help get you there
Have hope and belief time to rock and roll and once again be back in control.
The End
You begin to scream and shout
Roll about time to let it all out
Emotions running wild from the hurt and pain
It’s starting to hurt my brain
Frustration and anger sets in, where do I begin?
I feel like a train wreck, I think what the heck am I sitting here in jail when I should be out on bail?
Gotta chill stay still get my head in a positive space for one day again I will join the human race
Gotta be staunch like a trooper and launch into a brave me for my time will come when I’m set free
Don’t quit life even if in strife for all the brothers have your back
Give it a crack, don’t ever look back on the past you can’t repair
Only leaves your heart in pieces feeling lost broken in despair
Remember the ones who care they will help get you there
Have hope and belief time to rock and roll and once again be back in control.
The End
Date Published
July 27, 2026
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