A Poem Is Just A Poem

For this poem isn’t a cry for help

Or plea that I’m fine

It’s to express feelings that I can not find

For all of us here are dying inside

Hoping everything soon will be alright

But here is a joy bringer

We will be fine

After the struggle and the pain

We will be alright

That’s what they all say right?

For most of us that’s true

But for the rest? We’re left hopeless

For the pain of life is too intense

With the little hope we have left

I’ve been stabbed in the back with a knife of reality

I gasp as I breathe my very last breath

Blood fills the room with panic and confusion

I wonder…were they here to help or to stab?

Before the life fades before my eyes

I cry ‘Why’ ‘Why Me’

The vague light begins to fade

I wake

Panic, it kicks in

It was just a dream

Or is it the future?

As I keep my guard up along with anxiety

They don’t know what words can do to a person do they?

Or actions? They just act all innocent

Trust no one, right? Satan was an angel

Tap. Just like people can change in a blink of an eye

Tap. The one person you thought you knew one was the one who stabbed you

Tap. Like I said this poem isn’t a cry for help or plea that I’m fine

It’s just a poem. Poems give you feelings but it doesn’t describe one’s feeling right?

A poem is just a poem….