Crazy. Insane. Weird. Abnormal.
Words i fear being called.
Darkness. Alone.
Something I wish not to be in.
But I am. I am…. alone.
Alone in a world filled with people,
yet alone.
I scream, Can you hear me?
I cry, Are you wiping my tears?
I hurt, But do you care?
NO! You don’t.
This world feeds on my fear,
my weakness, my pain.
I want someone to save me from
the claws of this dreadful world.
As i walk the hallways full of people,
I think “People are cruel…”
I’m always thinking.
Just merely thinking.
I think of all the people that died.
Alone.
That’s what i fear.
Dying alone. I don’t understand.
I don’t understand that when
something tragic happens,
everyone SAYS they care,
but they don’t act like it.
Stupidity fills their eyes,
also carelessness.
Selfishness runs in their blood.
Everyday they are blessed with a life.
When on that same day,
someone was taking their’s away
or their life was being taken away.
You have to cherish everything in life.
Your children. Your parents. Your life.
Depression. Anger.
Both add up to equal me.
Fear secures me in its arms.
And holds me there.
I can’t breathe because of it.
Sometimes i want to stay home.
Stay engulfed in my bed,
let it swallow me whole.
Open a window and open the blinds.
Let the sun in.
Let the warmth protect me.
Let the breeze take me away.
And if i stray from my path,
let the stars guide me home.
When i get home,
and feel the breeze once more,
it’ll take me away into sleep.
For i feel safe in my somber sleep.
In sleep you don’t have a care in the world.
Your relax. Your safe.
I wish to be safe again.
This heart wrenching
world has made me feel,
unprotected, scared, hurt.
But no matter my Mom has helped me
through my tough times.
And keeps me strong.
For there is no one who could
help thy young self as my mother has.
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