it was quiet
silent, even
if you didn't count
the muted hum of the tv on pause.
she was the only one awake
per usual
because sleepless nights
happened more often than not
because sometimes
the loneliness was too crushing
to fall asleep
and other times
her brain wouldn't shut off
and she would just think
and think
and think
until nothing in the world
was right anymore
and nobody truly liked her.
this time
it was the loneliness
and her only distraction
was a movie
and maybe a couple of games
on her phone
because who was she going to text?
nobody else was awake
and even if they were
they could only make her feel worse.
she felt numb more than anything
numb to the pain
of being alone
of having the people closest to her
live hundreds of miles away
unable to see them face to face
no one to talk to....
numb to the sting
of being chosen second
thought of second
never
never
never
God forbid,
being first
in someone's eyes.
who would want
to put an annoying girl like her
first?
nobody was there for her
and all she wanted to do
was cry
and sob
and scream
because she was dying
but she was numb
numb
numb
couldn't feel the pain...
all she could do
was stare at the stupid tv
and try to forget
the crushing loneliness
that she felt.
maybe trying to figure out
her future
had drained her,
made her walls weak
because imagining her future
seemed impossible
not when she would be alone
she wouldn't know anyone
not in the direction
she was thinking,
anyway,
and being alone
scared her the most,
because what was she going to do?
how could she keep being
so isolated
from the people she cared about most?
it was crushing her heart
and she couldn't breathe
couldn't
breathe
and why couldn't she breathe?
breathe
breathe
breathe...
then pain,
and she was suddenly wishing
for the numbness to come back
because then at least
she wouldn't have
to curl in a ball
just to keep herself together.
she hit play for the movie
and tried to forget
the aching loneliness
clawing
and ripping
and tearing
her apart
until she fell asleep..

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Blue
Poetryjust a teen girl with blue eyes trying to survive the life she's been given. #14 in poetry - 5/3/2020 2018 © ele0411. All Rights Reserved. disclaimer: I do not own any pictures (including the cover art), videos, or lyrics (on cover) used in the stor...