All I do is lay in bed
I lay in darkness, my heart filling with dread
All I can do is cry
And think to myself, why?
I just want someone to talk to, someone to tell me it's going to be okay
But I have no one, not during the night, not during the day
I try my hardest, I give all the effort I've got
But in the end, I'm just left in distraught
My mom asks me why I sleep all day
I don't have the heart to tell her that I'm sleeping my pain away
I just don't understand
as this is not the life that I had planned
I'm supposed to have friends and hang out with em
Instead I'm alone in my room writing this poem
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Sarah Mendenhall
I find comfort in writing down my feelings :)
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Why me?
It's an everyday battle. The feeling of loneliness, it's an everyday battle. I feel lonely each and every single day, but not a person in the world besides me would know it. I've come to be very good at hiding it. In class I laugh and make jokes, I talk to some "friends" and then I go home. I go home to darkness. I go home to absolutely nothing. No one makes an effort to talk to me outside of school. I'm just there for people to be the "fill in" friend until their actual friend comes back, then i'm just tossed to the side. It's exhausting, I'm exhausted.
By Sarah Mendenhall3 years ago in Humans
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I am touched by the authenticity of this poem. It is sadly yet beautifully relatable. Thank you for sharing your heart ♥️