tonia_med96

Sometimes

Sometimes I\'m screaming,

hoping someone will notice me.

But no one ever does.

No one will help me.

Sometimes I wish they could hear me,

other times I\'m glad they don\'t.

 

Sometimes I\'m walking,

far away from here. 

Will anyone notice?

Will anyone care that I\'m gone?

Sometimes I would like to think so,

other times I\'m glad to realize they wouldn\'t.

 

Sometimes I\'m dieing.

Staying away from the light,

never taking another step.

I think things will get better,

but they never do.

Sometimes I think I can survive,

then the darkness sets in,

and I realize I\'m not strong enough.

I give up,

and I\'m gone.