This is my first try at a poem so please be nice XD

To be weak is a sin in my morals
the slightest hint makes me weaker
the tears shed become like blood
the world becomes different

and all I can whisper is why
when I shed tears I shed the pain away
but my pain has always been a continues river
the tears come and don't leave

they leave only when I force myself to forget this world
when I force myself to say that, I am not weak
I always have felt lonely
and that has always been my weak point.

when I am lonely I cry, I feel cold, I feel as if the world goes dark
blinded by sadness I can not see the path
I can only see my own tears as I cry
hoping someone to tell me it's going to be OK

Through the darkness I become stronger
and through the light I am protected
but in hell I cry
and in heaven I thank everything I have


wow, that was horrible ^_^ oh well
I just wanted to write that down cause I had a panic attack today