Just don't.

I admit this is a sucky poem, but then again, I wasn't really writing a poem. I was just messed up last night. This is more for me.

Don’t tell me that my time is coming.

Don’t say that my greatness is in the future,

because you don’t know that.

 

I cry myself to sleep every night,

just hoping that the one thing I wish for

will come into my life tomorrow

but every day I am disappointed

and I don’t know why I am still holding on.

It hurts all too much,

and I cannot take the tightness in my throat

that tightness from holding back tears every second the sun is up

It hurts.

It just hurts too much to hold on this much.

If this is going to happen for me

then it shouldn’t be this hard.

 

My body is shaking.

people just don’t understand.

It gets better

but only for a little while

and then it is all back.

 

The loneliness.

 

The need for human interaction.

 

The want for someone,

Just one person,

To like me back as much as I like them

and to not leave the next day.

 

I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

MAKE IT STOP.

THE PAIN IS TOO UNBEARABLE TO BE REAL

AND I JUST….

 

 

Please?

 

S.L.S. 

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It's good to release your feelings... to purge the pain...
Loneliness is a black abyss that can suck you into a deep depression...
I want to tell you it will get better, I can't help but be optimistic about that...
Let the light in, it will guide you. I promise.
Well expressed....keep writing!

[Sarah Lynn]

Such a powerful and emotional poem. I think lots of people can relate to this. Great poem! Keep writing!(:

[Misery]

Just for you, yet these words speak for all the world. The nakedness, the harshness, the jagged-glass honesty strikes right to the heart. Beautifully unadorned pain, dear poet. Thank you for sharing your wounds.