Poetry Shorts

Alone

Walking down this lonely road,
Strolling behind others who cared.

Trying to start conversations
That end up being lost in the wind.

Screaming at them all,
Just wanting to be heard.
Tired of being just another voice,
Drowning in thousands of others.

Am I even here right now?
I ask that all the time.
Do they even see me now?
I've really really tried.

Don't you see my issues?
Or am I seriously hiding my pain?
Can't you hear me crying?
Or is this just another game?

Do you really think I'm ok?
When its really just a lie.

Have you thought I didn't listen?
What if I wanted to be heard?

So many questions to be answered
When they're really just set aside.
So many tears have been dripping,
I'm not fine this time.

Really I was in heartbreak,
But of course you don't understand.
My problems are set aside, 
So I can take yours in my hand.

No one saw pain right behind my eyes,
No one heard me talking,
That's why I said it so many times.

I've really tried to explain it,
But its never the right time.
No one ever gets it,
He wasn't a normal guy.

I see his smile in every picture,
Wanting it in front of me.
I heard his voice in every song,
That once brought joy to me.

Holding his hand at lunch,
Saying I love you too.
Sending heart emojis,
Even if it was half past two.

But all of that is gone,
Just like my existence,
Aren't I just another voice?
Another waste of space?

Don't you see words won't fix it this time?
My heart isn't something you can replace.

You know I've tried so hard to fight it,
Screaming again and again.
Why can't I go a second,
Before thinking of you again?

But no one ever listens,
Not the way I need them to.

Am I really typing this?
Or am I just another voice,
Trying to talk to you?