This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
I would like permission to cry, but you won’t grant it to me. I would like permission to die, but you just smile at me. I would like to know who I am, what purpose I serve here. I would like to know that I’m loved, that someone holds me dear. But you won’t answer me. I sit here and think about the sadness, I think about my sorrows. I lie here and dream about the life I want, I dream about tomorrows. I stand here alone and wonder about friends, I wonder if they are true to me. I run down this vacant street and scream, I scream because no one understands me. And no one answers me. I feel a pain I can’t express or release, I feel the drain of unhappiness tugging on me. I sense the impending doom I know is coming, I sense the danger but I can not flee. I yearn for acceptance in this cold world, I yearn for renewal as I look at you. I crave the love you give everyone but me, I crave the forgiveness you offer too. But you don’t answer me. Do you see me here? Do you hear me cry? I am all alone in the shadows you cast. If I were beautiful, would you love me? Would I be yours? I ask you at long last. I don’t see the acceptance, the love, the forgiveness, I don’t see all you offer others. I feel isolated, hated, all alone, forsaken, I feel a loathing and a loss so strong it smothers. And no one answers me. But that’s okay, it’s alright, I’m still alive, I will survive, with or without you near. It’s no big deal, no problem here, everything is fine and dandy, even if the sky isn’t clear. I will endure, life will go on, tomorrow will arrive as always and the darkness will fade away. I will overcome this depression I feel, I will become myself again, I will see a brighter day. Even if no one answers. Even if no one cares. |