Hello poetry
It's me again
I can't... I can't help but to feel helpless right now
I honestly don't know who I am
And I find myself trying to convince people of who i think I am
Can anyone help me?
Or am I just somebody that is suppose to help others figure out who they are?
Honestly I'm drowning
I'm going through so many emotions right now I feel no end
no beginning.
I don't even know what I like, I feel like a baby calling out for someone to help me.
I'm a shame to the human race
I want to die, but I am afraid of dying so I'm trapped here
What do I do now ?
When I express myself I'm crazy
When I keep it to myself I'm way to secretive
So what now?
I've tried everything
I feel like a loser
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
Is there anyone out there that can feel my pain or hear me cry?
Maybe I am alone
Maybe I'm not meant to be anything. Just here.

You'd probably never know me in your life.
You've seen me before as I have seen you.
I was invisible to you, however I could see you clear as day.
You'd probably never know me in your life.
As depressing and true as this is there is no excuse.
I was standing right there.
There I was bare skinned and exposed.
You watched me quiver in the cold of winter.
You wanted to help me.
I saw you, I saw the fear in your eyes as you were standing there.
Your lips opened but there were no words.
You walk away, looking back at my until he disappeared into the fog
I was doomed.  I knew I was.
I was so cold. Gripping my body praying that I could find a phone, or  clothes.
Instead I crawled under a bench nearby.
My knees are in my chest.
Clenching my body trying to keep warm.
I feel sleepy and my body is heavy.
Everything turns black.

You ever wondered what's the quietest place on earth ?
It's here.
This is where bodies come to lie and spirits are free to fly.
The sun danced over the tombstones and went off for miles.
Nothing but quiet.
There's life in death. And death in life. But in death there is truth. And in this truth you may lose people that you once thought so highly of.
People you swore were here to stay begin to fade away.
All of the lies that were hidden in the shadows have been broken open and now are revealed in the sunlight.
The truth set us free.
You are loved by all of us.
By everyone.

My name is nobody
It's because I'm not important
I don't matter to anyone.
I live in a world of black and white
Among zombies and other lifeless forms
A world were people don't say hello anymore, all the way at the bottom.
It's very lonely
This place, where nobody checks on you. Even when you're checking on them.
I have a phone that never rings
Nobody to call
Nobody that calls me
I sit alone most of the time in my silence
You wouldn't even know I exist
I'd be sitting there, right there in front of you but that would mean nothing.
Nothing at all.
I'd be here today and gone tomorrow and nobody would care.
Maybe that's how it's suppose to be
Maybe one day I'll understand why this is the way that it is.
Why I am the way that I am...
But until then...
Hello Poetry... My name is nobody.