I don't care.

I'm falling into myself..

I have no one to talk to..

Everybody's laughing, they wouldn't even care if I was dead...

I am as good as dead to them..

Fuckers..

 

 

I've been crying my eyes out..

I'd screamed my lungs out..

I'm masacring my arms..

 

 

 

I'm alone..

Who wants to talk to me?

No one..

Nobody cares..

I'm left dying..

 

 

 

Am I digging my own grave?

Am I too lost to be saved?

Who'll be My Hero?..

 

 

 

I feel nothing..

I don't even care about the bullies..

I'm getting beaten...

Yet I don't even care...

I'll be taking my beatings..

 

 

Written By: A Fallen Heroine.

Year: 2007...

Dedication: Anyone who reads this poem..

 

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems.
Honest Opinion.
This is how I felt back in 2007.. when everyone left me just because of my dad's illness..
Fuckers..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and direct to the point poem. When we are at our worst. That is when the real friends show up. A lot better if you have someone to talk to and hold you up when you are tire and weak. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[M.Babu]

The sincerity in the words is very sharp. Very authentic read.

~M.Babu~

[Dahlia Phoenix]

This poem relates to those who are outcasts and are not given a care at all. I love this poem because it relates to many things that have happened. There's no words for me to describe the depiction your putting behind it.