At school,
I feel alone.
My opinions,
all kept on my tongue,
my smile,
wide, but only for the moment,
my words,
too quiet for people to hear.
My heart,
breaks with every step,
my head,
aching— the pain of a thousand thoughts.
My hands,
tremble with fear,
my legs,
shake— there's barely enough support,
my ankles,
twist and cause my steps to falter,
my body,
oh so willing to give in,
to succumb to the dread, the pain,
the want to stop, to rest...
At home,
I feel alone.
My dad,
too busy to pay attention to me,
(unless it's to get upset at me for not doing a chore..
but who could be so tired as me?),
my step...
no explanation needed for that,
my mother,
too far away, too distant,
my cousin,
even farther in comparison,
more than a hop, a skip, and a jump away.
Alone.
All by my lonesome I wonder why I should stay...
No physical body to help build me up,
no person to save me from myself,
Some people talk, or rather,
text,
me, text me and let me talk,
appreciate,
that's what I do,
but I still wish there was someone there,
someone to tell me to my face that
I'm not going insane, that I will be okay.
Yet... sometimes,
people that aren't..
aren't there,
are good enough too.
Perfect,
at least to me.
Because when you are alone,
you are never quite alone.
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poesía❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
