Do I have to say it again?
Do I have to remind everyone how I feel?
I’m sure they know
I’m sure you do too
No one cares
Too many times I’ve repeated the same sob story..
It gets old
It becomes useless
My pain doesn’t matter anymore
It doesn’t affect others
It never has
How can I help others when I can’t even help myself?
Why do I always forget how I feel to help someone else with the same feeling?
Why am I the one who’s always running to help someone else?
The only reason they carry me around is to help them..
This isn’t a poem..
This isn’t a story..
It’s the truth!
This is real life!
This isn’t something I can wish to go away and it’ll be gone!
This is just life
Mommy can’t rock you back and forth
She can’t make this pain fade
It eats me alive each and everyday
I’ve had my plea for help
That plea has now expired
This is it
This is the end
Author Notes: I know how it sounds... This is supposed to represent the past. Of all of this inner pain in me. Just wanted to put that out there.