I hear them.
Everyday.
They tell me the same things.
"You're not special"
"You have no friends"
"Nobody likes you"
"Do the world a favor and end it already"
I have no choice but to listen to them.
their words wrap around my neck like a noose.
I'm drowning in my own self hatred, my own darkness.
My parents.
They don't care.
I'm not really theirs, so why would they?
I can't cry anymore.
My eyes are dry.
That's all I've done for 14 years was cry.
I feel alone.
I am alone.
No one is in my corner.
No one is there to defend me.
No one is there to pick up my broken pieces.
I've had enough.
I'm done.
"But there is someone there!" my subconscious screams
"He's always there for you"
"He makes you laugh"
"He makes you smile"
"He calls you his friends"
"He cares about how you're doing"
"He may be on the west coast",
"He may be on the other side of the screen",
"But he will always be there for you"
"He will always protect you"
"He will never give up on you"
I feel myself start to smile.
Just picturing his ocean blue eyes, his gorgeous brown locks that fall over one eye, his two little piercings that distinguish him from all the rest,
Just picturing him in that dorky red animal hat he loves to wear, singing some spongebob song,
Just picturing him in that brown fuzzy animal onesie that covers his face,
and all my pain, my sorrow goes away.
All my hopelessness turns to hope.
All my darkness turns to light.
He is my only friend.
He is my protector.
He is my knight.
He is my armor.
He is my hope.
He is Robert.
And I love him so.
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Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of different poems that I will write. *DISCLAIMER: ANYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS PURELY BASED OFF OF MY IMAGINATION, UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE, NOTHING IN THIS STORY ACTUALLY REFLECTS ME OR HOW I FEEL. I JUST FIND IT EASIER TO WRITE DA...
