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Alone

Leaves swirling around my feet
The silence around me is deafening
Alone on this cobble stone street I wait,
for someone I'm starting to believe will never show

My eyes feel as if someone has taken a spoon and dug them out
For as long as I can remember my heart has been broken and battered
I'm dying inside and yet nobody ever notices
I'm alone in my burning hell

The halls are so crowded at school, and yet I still walk alone
Lunch I sit by myself in a little corner, screaming at the voices in my head
Over and over the memories push down on my body
And there's no one here, no one to help me

All alone I weep at night
The tears don't stop, they flow steadily down my cheeks
There's no one there to stop me from hating myself
So late at night when the rest of the worlds sleeping, my mind is killing me

I walk through this world with my head down, just trying not to get hurt
My hearts already broken, it can't take much more
He did this to me, the one who's suppose to be my father
He abandoned me you see, he left me here all alone, slowly suffocating

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  • Angel-of-Chaos
    November 8

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    Everyone feels alone sometimes, but for some of us the lonliness seems to linger for days, months, and years. I can relate to "I walk through this world with my head down, just trying not to get hurt
    My hearts already broken, it can't take much more
    He did this to me, the one who's suppose to be my father
    He abandoned me you see, he left me here all alone, slowly suffocating"

    I have had this problem but with my mother.

  • Stanza two, line one; feels = feel. Sorry, heh, I'm picky when it comes to some grammar.

    I can feel the hurt in my heart, dear writer. It was a wonderful write indeed, beautifully penned. There is hurt of being ignored, hatred towards you and others, I imagine. Voices in your head, I use that for my poems a lot, so I can relate on a poetic level as well. Wonderful!

    Thank you for entering and I wish you the best of luck, my friend!