Shadows

It hurts… it hurts so bad. And do you know when it hurts the most? It hurts the most when you are down, You hate yourself, and other people, And wish all to die. It hurts the most when you have no one to tell you that you’re wrong, And everything will be okay. That you just have to give it time. It hurts the most to see other people having what you want, and taking it for granted. It hurts the most when you KNOW you can’t have what you want. It hurts the most when you tell people to leave you alone, and they actually do. It hurts the most when you know people don’t care. It hurts the most when you feel totally and utterly alone. Do you know what? That’s exactly how I feel. It used to be once in a while, and now it’s turned into every day. I hate just about everyone, stupid, self-centered, arrogant, hypocritical, contradicting people. I just want to slap them all, and tell them to shut up. People really bother me; sometimes being around certain ones is like driving nails into my heart. It hurts… it hurts so bad. I want; no I need someone to make it stop. I can’t do anything by myself anymore. It’s gotten out of control, when will it end? I need someone to answer my questions, To pick me up, and keep me there. I’m too tired, I can’t keep searching. I can’t find… anyone. All I want is someone to help me… Help me please.My poetry comes straight from the heart. Exactly what I feel comes out in words. Every bit of it is true and about me... Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 12:54 PM PST   0 • 1