In the dark alone
Scared to the bone
Suicide at the thought
Might just get shot
I walk with a limp
I feel like a wimp
Do they really care
Who do they spare
Asking why I'm still alive
Livin' in a rat's hive
Only because of my friends
That get me through the rough edge and bends
Alone is cruel
It's not so cool
Very powerful
Don't be a fool
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Author:
AloneSIX (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when I was only 14 years old and in middle school. I didn't really have any friends and felt like I had no one to talk to. I had written this just to write what my heart was telling me and how I truly felt.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 15
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Comments2
It is a truth that there are few that can endure being alone with no backup. A good write
Your poem explores themes of loneliness, despair, and the importance of companionship in overcoming emotional struggles. It highlights the feelings of isolation and vulnerability, while also acknowledging the support that friends can provide in difficult times. Well done.
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