Feel that aching chest,
apathy and sorrow?
You want to cry,
but the tears won't come.
I know.
Do you ask yourself "Why?"
"Why, heart, do you ache so much?"
You know that its probably true,
that you may be depressed,
but you ignore it.
You push through it,
confide in one close friend,
and hide from the rest.
But still, I know.
You put on a face,
act happy and like nothing is wrong.
But inside you're burning,
decaying from the strength it takes.
You feel you can't go on anymore,
like you just want it to end.
You don't want to end your life,
no, that's not it,
you just want life to fast forward
to when things will look up.
You feel loneliness,
unloved and unwanted.
Undesirable.
Its not the truth though.
You feel that there's no place for you in this world,
at least not where you are now.
Not like this, not here.
You yearn to be free,
you whisper, "Rescue me."
But nobody comes.
Nobody will.
But I know you can make it,
because you're stronger than you think.
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
Feel that aching chest,
apathy and sorrow?
You want to cry,
but the tears won't come.
I know.
Do you ask yourself "Why?"
"Why, heart, do you ache so much?"
You know that its probably true,
that you may be depressed,
but you ignore it.
You push through it,
confide in one close friend,
and hide from the rest.
But still, I know.
You put on a face,
act happy and like nothing is wrong.
But inside you're burning,
decaying from the strength it takes.
You feel you can't go on anymore,
like you just want it to end.
You don't want to end your life,
no, that's not it,
you just want life to fast forward
to when things will look up.
You feel loneliness,
unloved and unwanted.
Undesirable.
Its not the truth though.
You feel that there's no place for you in this world,
at least not where you are now.
Not like this, not here.
You yearn to be free,
you whisper, "Rescue me."
But nobody comes.
Nobody will.
But I know you can make it,
because you're stronger than you think.
Copyright Lizzie P 3/9/2011
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