Hell on Earth

This was a writing prompt for my Writing Workshop Class, we had to incorporate "walking around in someones skin" into a poem.

You don't know what its like to be me

to walk around desolate

looking for the slightest affection

the slightest attention

knowing that no one would notice if you left

You don't know what its like to be

forgotten about

to be left at home

watching the same movie

over and over again

until you memorize every line.

You don't know what its like to be me

to desperately want to give

all my love to the world.

to get nothing in return

but a broken heart

and a broken mind.

You don't know what its like to be me

So until you take your time

to walk around in my skin

don't you dare judge me.

Don't you dare tell me I can’t

because I will do everything

to prove to you

That I can.

You don't know a thing about me

because you've never been to hell before.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Ryan Nicole]

The last line is so good, wraps up the whole poem and makes a really bold statement.

[Dillon "Gerald" Steele]

Thank you!