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I'll walk alone....All alone
My head is aching so badly
from all the words yelling at me
My mind screams so loud
of all the things screamed at me
My heart is breaking so fast
from all the harsh words spoken
My sould is torn so badly
from all the bittter words spoken
My body aches so horridly
from all the bruises beaten
My body trembles so quietly
from all the silent abuse
I tremble so quietly
I sob uncontrollably
I face my monsters alone
Turned away from all i've been shown
Addicted to pain and sorrow
I think i always hate tomorrow.
Its not what iwant, nor what i chose
Its my destiny, everyone knows
All alone
I'll walk alone
I'll sob uncontrolled
I'll break in the dark
My heart will beat quieter
My breath will be soft
til i breathe no more
I'll walk alone
All alone
You wrote this poem as a depressant/suicidal person. You took it to the depths of feeling alone, controlled, helpless, hopeless, and topped it with foreseeing your death. It may be bleak, but you walked me through the tribulations I face with my own depression. I have managed to fight harder against it with medicine and other things. I hope that you will find something that will help you, too. I also hope you continue writing instead of acting out those raw, horrid emotions. Keep trying and don't give up. God loved you enough to give you life. Your family and friends love you, too. I'm sure a lot of other people do, too. Try to remember that when you're feeling as though everything's wrong when you're craving it to be right. It's your life to live and you call the shots. Make them wisely and acknowledge you deserve the best, not misery.