Just try.

I walk alone,

With no one to hug or to hold,

He walks beside me,

So I guess I'm not so alone.

 

My friends are invisible to my eye,

Their anger fills their vision of me,

Making me seem evil.

 

They look at me as if I shoot flames out my eyes,

With red skin and red horns I do have,

I rule the underworld to them,

I am evil in its purest form.

 

To them, I am the Devil.

 

But he doesn't see me that way,

That's all that matters,

Doesn't it?

 

One person cares,

One person has sworn to be by my side till the end,

Until my last breath,

Or at least until high school is over.

 

He says he wants to live with me,

So soon to be running from your dragon,

You want to enter my dragon's den?

Where the fire is put into hell,

My place is no safer,

Haven't you noticed the bruises and cuts?

 

Those stories about me that my so called 'friends' spread,

Make me seem like I have no problems in the world,

That I am overdramatic,

And at times I bet I am.

 

But to have the nerve to say no one has any problems,

Is so judgemental.

 

Try not sleeping because you were in the hospital,

After another brutal night of hearing your mother beg for him to stop the beatings,

So I stepped in,

A child to some,

An irresponsible teen to others.

 

Try having your friend commit suicide,

And write 'Goodbye Jess' in her letter,

And having to live with the guilt.

 

Try having your brain work against you every day,

It always wanting to be sad,

You just wanting to be happy.

 

Just try.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Been there, done that. Kind what I go through in my brain every once in awhile. Great write.

[Tasha]

This was amazing and so emotional, I loved it.

[Alicia Hirshey]

i like it

[Zi]

And if the world ever knew sorrow as we have, the whole of it would curl up and die. It is not for them to know, merely for us to suffer with. I know your pain, Jess. It's a burning feeling so deep that the fire seems ice cold and all you can do is make yourself numb to it. Numb to one is numb to all, though, and in guarding ourselves we cut off our connection to the world. We are damaged. We are different. We are survivors.

[Demonz]

Another amazing piece of work from you, Jess. I've read three of you're other poems and they've all had such emotion. I can tell that you're wounded, but also in love in this particular piece.
Keep writing Jess, you've got talent.

[Butterfly Ninja :3]

wow, so emotional I LOVE IT :D