I’m laying in a dark place, I have no idea where I am
I’m scared and alone
It’s damp and cold
“Hello?” I call out, but I get no response in return, only darkness
I try to stand, perhaps if I could just…
I can’t stand, I’m bound to the cold, damp concrete ground
If I scream, will anyone hear me?
Am I missing among the many faces of those in the world that if nobody saw me, they wouldn’t even notice that I was gone?
If I scream, will anyone know where to look?
I don’t even know where I am. How am I going to alert others to where I am if I don’t know where I am myself?
The ground is getting colder now, and I feel like too tired to continue
If I scream, will anybody hear me, will anybody know how to find me?
I barely make out a scream when someone comes and closes my mouth, telling me “nobody wants to hear from a nuisance like you”. So I don’t say anything, and I just nod my head and smile at them
I have to hide who I really am now because if I don’t they aren’t going to allow me to ever leave this damp, cold, dark place
I fake smiles and build protection walls within, so I won’t be hurt, and I can continue to be who everyone else wants and expects me to be
I forget about screaming, knowing that if I scream, NOBODY will hear me, and I will only go back into the cold, damp, dark place and have to start all over. So I will continue to hide behind fake smiles and build up walls because I know if I do, I can survive whatever happens next.
So, NO, if I scream, nobody will hear ME. They will only hear muffled noise that turns into non-existence,
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Life Gets Real POEMS
PoetryThese poems are written by me and are about me or someone close to me. Life gets real and not everything you are seeing externally is what actually is going on internally.
