Collections of Poetry

Save Me

I don't know why I'm writing this,

as though expressing myself is bliss.

But I can't do this anymore,

the truth hurts down to the core.

I'm losing or lost my mind.

My thoughts have been anything but kind.

In my dreams, my friends have stayed.

But in reality, I'm losing them and have strayed.

I don't know what to do.

But this is nothing compared to what my friends had been through.

I should be grateful. Grateful for such a token.

But no matter what, I feel so torn and broken.

I hate to apologize over and over.

I hate not having that four leaf clover.

I hate myself and all I am.

I hate to wonder if my friends don't give a damn.

I hate to imagine my body underground,

and watch as my friends see that a life without me is much more profound.

I hate this. I hate it all.

Curse the sunshine and those that stand tall.

I hate feeling like this, so lonely. So hated.

Yet still for the sake of my friends, I'll let my life be traded.