Alone

I try to speak to you,
I try to call,
I sit by the wall
Hoping that you will see me.

Every time I try,
The realization sticks,
Sliding deeper and deeper
Into my heart.

I'm alone,
No one cares,
If I died
No one would even notice.

I read,
I write,
I refuse to cry
Because crying is weakness.

Books become my outlet,
The only thing that is there,
Reading one a day
Takes me away from my life.

I'm alone,
No one cares,
If I died
No one would notice.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

One book a day. You would be fun to talk to. You would become very wise and drawn good people around you. I was a reader when I was young. Since 7-8 years old. I was reading books above my age group. We feel sometime. We are alone. But maybe it a time to grow on our own. A strong poem.
Coyote