I’m tired of hearing people tell me “there are plenty of fish in the sea”
When I’m underwater drowning
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “love will come when you least expect it”
When I’m tired of waiting
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “you need to focus on yourself first”
When I’ve spent so much time alone
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “you need to learn to love yourself and love will come to you”
When I feel like I do love myself
Stop telling me there are plenty of fish in the sea
When I’m drowning.

Alone
Trapped with my own thoughts
Mind racing
Heart aching
I don’t know what to do
I’m trying, but I feel lost
Surrounded by darkness with no light to follow
Stumbling around
Tripping and falling, scuffing my limbs on the floor
Directionless
Hopeless
Alone, trapped with my own thoughts.

Sadness
Grieving
Fear
Loneliness
Maybe it would be better for everyone including myself if I was dead
I try so hard
I really do
But it never seems to be enough
It never seems to get recognized
No one tells me they are glad I’m here
That they’re proud of me
I continue to struggle alone
And no one sees me
No one sees my pain
My hurt
My struggle
My stress
My cries for help
I’m really trying
But I’m just so tired of trying
I’m tired of struggling
I’m sick of this pain
Of this hurt
Of everything
Yes there’s some great things about life
But the future looks so bleak.

Betrayal
Partners are supposed to be there for you
Thick and thin
Good and bad
Beautiful and ugly
You left though
You left when I needed you most
Betrayal
How heartless could you possibly be?
I needed you
I needed you.

Fear
Fear flows throughout me
My broken heart is scared to try again
Scared to let someone in again
Scared to be vulnerable again
Scared to open up
Scared to be the true me
Scared to ***** it up again
Fear.

The feel of the books pages
That fresh new book smell, almost like smelling a good bowl of soup
As I read it seems to play in my mind like a movie
The story beautiful
The words feel like my own
But I snap back to reality
It’s not my story
And once again I’m finding comfort in the pages of someone else’s story.

If I could forget
Would I want to?
The way you treated me
How nice it was
The way I blame myself
The way I also blame you
How sad I feel
How angry I am
If I could forget
Would I want to?
They say everything happens for a reason
They say it’s supposed to make you stronger
They say it makes you the person you are today
If I could forget.