3A/N: ANother old poem I wrote when I depressed and upset with my father... Now, I don't think this poem was directed toward, Dad... but it still describes how I was feeling at that point in my life
You Made Me Cry
A tear runs down my cheek
You ate my heart
Chewed it up, then spat it out
You made me cry.
A tear runs down my cheek
You broke my heart
Crushed it, tore it
You made me cry.
A tear runs down my cheek
I am cold and all alone
Left here on my own
You made me cry.
A tear runs down my cheek
Never again will you hold me close
Never again will you be mine
You made me cry.