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It makes me want to die...

No one sits next to me..
No one talks to me...
No one cares if I cry alone in the bathroom during my lunch...
No one to give me what I need most of all...
A friend...
No one to tell my secrets to...
Or even to share theirs with me...
All I've got is hate and lies and it hurts me...
It makes me want to die...
It makes me have thoughts of murder...
And suicide..
And of cutting...
And this wasn't how I started out...
Nor is it how I wanna be...
Or how I wanna be remembered...
I don't wanna be the creepy Emo kid whom nobody gives a care about....
I wanna be out in the world where life is always happening..
Where you've got friends who are always there for you...
Who have your back...
Not a knife running through it...
I don't want to want to die anymore...
I want the right to be able to choose and think for myself...
If I don't try...
How will I ever know?

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  • Done
    February 10, 2009

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    Hey, you know what?

    It gets better. Hang tight and be the best person you can be regardless. School has it's ups and downs, but character is forever. Many sell their souls for a niche in the in-crowd only to find that once out of school and without their crowd, they don't know who they are because they rely on others to define them. Count yourself lucky not to have this hindrance.

    At the end of this write you get the right idea, to go out there and try.

    I was more of an introvert when younger, but finally about my senior year I got out there more and participated, even joining a swing choir and in so doing actually got to know people who then became friends. The most common thing I heard was "I had no idea you were like this, and I'm glad I got to know you." When left to silence, people always assume the worst, or nothing at all. There are a great many good people out in that social arena just waiting to be discovered if you are willing to put yourself out there, or stick your neck out, so to speak. Go sit at someone's table, strike up a conversation. You may very well be an interesting person and good friend just waiting to be discovered, but you never will be if you mope in the corner. There will be those that hate, but there have been since the beginning of time. Start now practicing your snappy comebacks, because you gotta learn to give it and sometimes it makes for good fun. Get on out there, you may be very surprised at what you'll discover. There are people just like you who could use a friend and who are you to deny them your friendship?

    I liked the poem and the honesty in it. It was well-written in that I got a twinge in my gut for you. Any write that evokes feeling is a success. Hang in there, you'll find a friend, but you gotta be a friend first.

    Cheers ,

    al