Screaming

no more focus as i lie awake,

thoughts screaming,

clawing at my head and heart,

so much pain,

so many tears,

only fake smiles,

able to appear,

close my eyes,

replay the scenes,

looking for a moment when I was happy,

more that momentarily,

no chance of relief,

as strips of pain stream down my face,

open my mouth, to scream for help,

but the words just don't come out,

can't reach my grip on life,

it seems I'm letting myself slip away,

seeking so desperately,

for someone to save me,

but as I feared,

there's no one here,

for I believe they have all left,

left me here to drown in my sorrow,

so I pray to a god in which I do not believe,

to help me out,

release me,

from the ball of pain I'm in,

open the door,

that sets me free,

so I'm no longer alone,

it's not just me.

Reviews

[Jola]

The eyes are the mirror of the soul ... so you can read them ... the line is full of metaphors ... interesting form a line ... good job.
Greetings J

[Odrah]

This is an extremely emotional piece, and what I find beautiful about it is that this sort of writing is usually only done well when written by youth. These feelings are so raw and real that the reader is helpless against remembering those tangled emotions. We have all been, at some point, in the pit of desperation. So this poem will strike a chord with many.

Well done.