Losing Hope

I wrote this piece when I was 16 in 2011. It the cornerstone for my creative writing.

Hello, you might know me

I’m the girl sitting in the corner

With no one to talk to

I’m the boy being picked on at school

I’m the weird kid

Who wears different clothes

I’m the one no one knows

 

I’m the person that covers my bruises

The pain too great inside

I don’t talk about it

Who cares if I die

 

I’m the person looking out the window

Wishing to have a different life

Not to hear the constant screaming

The constant pain and strife

 

Like I said you might know me

But don’t know what to say

Honestly neither do I

But I want you to stay

 

I need a friend

Not a foe

So please don’t pick on me

To make me feel even more low

 

Cause sometimes I can’t take it

The constant pain and strife

I never feel any love

Who cares if I end my life

 

You might think I’m full of drama

Like I really wouldn’t do it

But let me ask you something

Are you the one going through it?

 

So this is my cry to you

Even if you don’t hear it

That tonight my life ends

Tonight I’m done going through it

 

But if you can persuade me otherwise

That my life is precious and important

I’ll be at the docks at eleven

Show up if you think I’m worth it