𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

a l o n e

I feel I have no one to talk to,

no one to turn to,

no one to keep my secrets,

no one to count my sins or lies,

no one to have faith in me,

no one to keep me away from the bad choices in my head.

Everyone tells me I don't ever have the reason to fall,

reason to break,

reason to be silent,

reason to sit in the quiet,

reason to be happy when I feel sad.

I choose to be hurt,

to be sad,

to have no one,

to not say my thoughts out loud,

to be myself.

I am alone

as I weep and cry,

desperate for someone to come to me,

to hold me,

to tell me its okay,

that it will be better.

But I can't because I stand alone,

silent and still.

This poem is based on my limit to communicating with people and how sometimes I feel like I always will be judged and can't say anything I feel like or want to with people. This is recently because I've realized how cruel the world is and how the limit to our freedom of speech is real. This poem is how I want a relationship to be with someone, that I can talk about anything that bothers me or makes me happy without any judgement. I'm sorry if you relate.