No.

I am sitting naked on my bed,
With my feet on a chair,
But I am not here.
I am outside in the sixty degree weather.
I am sick.
I am cold.
I am alone,
I am lonely,
I am selfish,
I am selfless,
I do not care.
I do not know.
I do not want to.
“Isn’t it funny,
How things turn
Out this way?”
No.  It’s not.
No one deserves this.
No one deserves this.
Not even the one who caused this.
No one deserves this.
I feel the sun.
Not the one in the sky,
The one under my skin,
The one whose light
Is trapped by my skin.

I’m not making any sense.
 

Reviews

[Bennett Logan]

I totally disagree. You're making complete sense. In fact, you could take that entire last line out. Seriously. I think everyone has felt exactly like this at some point or another. You feel gray, icy, and cold, but there's still an internal warmth. In your poem, I can see disappointment, hurt, lonliness, but yet there's hope. It's hard getting all that into a short poem! Good stuff, lady.

[Padma]

I liked the idea. I myself feel this way sometimes.

[lindsay]

I really like this alot. If my brain, and anyone else's, could talk, this is what it would sound like at times.lol. well done.

[Jim Clarke]

You've captured how everyone feels at some point, and being able to illustrate a universally shared experience within a poem is a gift. Although many people do take their lives when they feel such despair, many more survive. As you write more poetry, try a couple about survival and perseverance.

[Bridgett]

I really like this a lot! It's great!

[Stephanie]

There's such a feeling of overwhelming despair that everyone can relate to. I agree with Bennett that you make total sense. Sometimes we become submerged in an intense pain that, as you so wisefully point out, no one deserves to go through. Wicked awesome poem :)