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.
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Author:
tonia_med96 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspiration for this poem came after I emerged from a very dark, hard time in my life. I know others feel the same, and I want to help others with this.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, marlenawood.
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Comments3
It's good to hear you emerged from your dark time.
You write well about the waves of despair that hit many of us 'sometimes'.
Very kind of you to say, I'm hoping that if others see me bearing it all, it will help them to become comfortable enough to share bits and pieces of themselves with others.
Tonia_med96,
I can relate. I’ve been in that dark place! It is a horrible place to be stuck in! There I am no more! I hope the same for you!
~Laura~
I appreciate that and I'm glad you could relate and liked it!
I can relate as I have experienced such in my life. Thanks for being strong and beautiful writing love
Thank you!
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