Over-powered, under-loved, ashamed and insecure. Alone I fall Alone I rise by myself in pain. I torture myself daily, by looking at my face. Crying by my window, tear-streaks on my face. My friends don’t know the answers, they try to understand. I cannot quite explain it I’ve never felt so bad. The ocean breeze on my face, the yearning in my heart. The beating rush of emptiness is where it all will start. My head is now exploding, a pounding constant drum of jealousy and anger pushing at the brim. I’m constantly reminded by the pain in my eyes what it is that I fear and why not suicide. I know that people love me because of who I am. Why don’t I?
Reason for writing:
this was written about a friend of mine...my best friend. i love her to death but sometimes she is hard on herself...i was half-way trying to put myself in her place so i could help...i hate seeing people i love in pain
Birth sign: Taurus
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