All Alone

by Sarah Thomson   Jan 7, 2012


As i sit here with a whole load of people
i cant help but feel all aone

i cant help but hear my own deadly thoughts even when they are all sitting making so much noise that i am puzzled i can even concentrate on thinking

why are they all sitting their like im invisible
i dont really exist to these people anymore, they dont see my tears or my scars

why am i not important enough to save anymore ? in my opinion i think they should all open their eyes and see what is really going on with me

look in to my eyes instead of my fake smile
my eyes tell a different story altoghether from my smile

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