I feel alone,
Watching all these people sitting together smiling.
I have no real friends here,
I just have myself.
I have no one to pour my heart out to,
Without them feeling awkward.
I feel awkward.
I don't know if I can do this much longer.
I can't fight it off anymore.
I want to succumb to the desires of depression.
I want to be numb.
Feeling alone kills me inside.
It's like the twist of a knife in the side and no one can hear your screaming because it's in your soul.
Hell,
I'm in my own personally designed hell.
And no one can save me but myself.
But right now,
I don't know how.
Perhaps the suffering is what I deserve.
Unhappiness is what I've earned.
If there's a God out there,
I think my requirement of payment deserves to be burned.
I've sinned,
I understand.
I repent,
As you command.
Please release me from these chains I am in.
Free my soul,
Release my happiness.
I need some light,
For all I see is darkness.
Saved,
I need to be saved.
If not by you,
Then who?
I feel alone.
(The song above makes me feel so many things...)
YOU ARE READING
disconsolate ✔️
Poetry*COMPLETED* Putting in words your emotions is like attempting to catch a butterfly without a net. It's nearly impossible. But when an emotion is strong enough and you need a release, poetry is there. Poetry is meant to be an emotional release, a way...
