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….
