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Jun 2017
I'm clinging on to my last bit of salvation.
I'm hanging off a cliff, and the only thing I can hold onto is
a thread.
I'm desperately praying, hoping, begging that this can save me.
If I fall, I will certainly die.
But then again, if I live, I have nothing to return to.
No one is willing to save me.
Deep down, I'm broken, and nobody wants someone like me.
I'm a parasite in society, and they'd rather let me die than see the truth.
So I'm hanging on until there's nothing to hang onto anymore.
Somebody Nobody
Written by
Somebody Nobody  20/F/Santa Ana, USA
(20/F/Santa Ana, USA)   
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     Lauren Ehrler, Ryan Holden and rose
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