Jun 2013
"Worthless... Worthless... Worthless,"* echoes through my ears.
"Not again... Not again... Not again," I voice for none to hear.
You write and write, but no one sees what you beg for them to see, but you still won't voice allowed.
The fake smile you bare weighs heavy.
Is no one there?
"Someone help! Someone be there! Someone care! Someone just be there," I shout, but still, no one hears.
I cut, to give me control, and in hopes that someone will see. I'm begging for someone to take a cherish me.
My past still haunts, my story still stands. Someone, anyone, please be there.
I kick, I scream, I yell, I pound yet still no one takes notice of me. My soul is slowly fading.
"You *****," I scream, not meaning what I said, just wanting someone to notice me.
The pain I feel becomes unbearable. The reprimanding becomes unexplainable. Please, someone be there and care.
For once in my life, I stand alone. I know that no one hears my cries that I long for them to hear. They don't understand why I suffer so. I'm just begging them to still be there.
I watch as people I love slowly loose grip in my heart. I may be alive, but my soul has already died.
**Someone, anyone, just be there!
"Not again... Not again... Not again," I voice for none to hear.
You write and write, but no one sees what you beg for them to see, but you still won't voice allowed.
The fake smile you bare weighs heavy.
Is no one there?
"Someone help! Someone be there! Someone care! Someone just be there," I shout, but still, no one hears.
I cut, to give me control, and in hopes that someone will see. I'm begging for someone to take a cherish me.
My past still haunts, my story still stands. Someone, anyone, please be there.
I kick, I scream, I yell, I pound yet still no one takes notice of me. My soul is slowly fading.
"You *****," I scream, not meaning what I said, just wanting someone to notice me.
The pain I feel becomes unbearable. The reprimanding becomes unexplainable. Please, someone be there and care.
For once in my life, I stand alone. I know that no one hears my cries that I long for them to hear. They don't understand why I suffer so. I'm just begging them to still be there.
I watch as people I love slowly loose grip in my heart. I may be alive, but my soul has already died.
**Someone, anyone, just be there!
There comes a point in time, when you have been through what I have, that you feel as if your soul has died. No one seems to care. No one seems to be there. Your friends have seemed to slowly walk away from you. No one seems to understand, and you just beg, and beg for at least one person to see the pain and just understand. However, rarely does someone ever see. The scars that are forever embedded on my skin shall forever be a reminder of the pain I am in.
