No one knows Who I am inside
No one knows why I cry
NO one knows why I hide
No one sees my tears
No one even knows my fears
No one ever thinks about me
No one stops to see
No one, knows who I have become and why
NO one know why I want to die...
No one sees my soul, my mind and heart
All they see is a body that torn apart
They don't see the heart that bleeds
depression and anger that feeds.
No one even knows me
NO one stops to see
I am just yesterday hello and goodbye
No one cares rather I live or die
I am just another thing to be used
Another human body to be abused
Another joke to society,freak, you see
NO one even knows me..
I am just a label,in society mind
A freak,loser,loner and anything combined
A social outcast, that is thrown away
Just yesterdays past,nothing for today
I am just a shell,ready to be admired
lied,broken,abused, I am tired
ready to give up, ready to go away
Crying to death,for him,to take me away today
No one even care, who I am inside
Or even why I want to hide
All my joy, happiness riped out of me...
All my thoughts of love, marriage kids gone..
No one even cares,if i cry, no one stop to see
No one one knows who I really am. or why?
Or why I am so depressed and want to die
or why i even cry at night
or why everyday is a fight
No one know why i set here, with a broken heart
No one what inside of me, why i feel so riped apart...
NO one knows why i feel so alone, so confuessed, so tired, so frusted, unloved and abused.
Why so many things are passing madly into my mind
why all this horrible feelings inside me combined
No one even knows me
NO one stops to see
Who am I? what am I? why am I here
Why do i have this questions
WHy do i have all this fear.
No one would even know....
2007-03-15 08:39:20 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Other - Society & Culture
that describes me and my feelings to the T, i can relate to it, damn good
2007-03-15 08:44:42 · answer #1 · answered by Me 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Poetry enables me organise my techniques! I arise with techniques i did no longer comprehend I had whilst i'm fooling around with words and pictures. i pass by way of stages yet i like to look back at ones i've got written, they grow to be like a diary of specific activities and classes and relationships in my life. and that i comprehend in the event that they're any stable using fact they actually evoke a memory of a definite feeling I had on the time of writing! save writing, it may purely be a stable situation :)
2016-09-30 23:33:54 · answer #2 · answered by heusel 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Wow, It is deep. I can see some hurt in that. Don't take this to heart, I do feel what your saying. It is a bit long, although alot of us have felt this way more than once.
2007-03-15 08:48:11 · answer #3 · answered by rose s 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
to answer the question in the last stanza...you are a living soul God has created...you are here to be a light to the world...the devil tries to put doubt and fears in all our minds and that is what makes us ask questions. God always knows who you are and where you are...how you are feeling and what you are doing.
2007-03-15 08:48:37 · answer #4 · answered by Jackie M 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
u have some spelling errors,well written.no one is alone.work on ur feelings if ur depressed and try to be patient..anger does not resolve problems
2007-03-15 08:45:46 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
That is a really good poem. I'll be praying for you. Take care.
2007-03-15 08:46:19 · answer #6 · answered by geniphurb 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
yes, very nice
2007-03-15 08:43:46 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋