I hear the voices
I see the faces
The pain that rips my heart
Is so intense.
I wonder how many
Of these eyes
Have seen the things
That are discussed.
The ones who have
I notice immediately
By the haunted emptiness
That is there inside
Showing through
Their eyes.
I ache inside
For everyone
Who has seen
And experienced
These things
We don't like to mention.
My heart is ripped
At the accounts
Of troubled teens
And the things
We will be forced to face.
How to say no,
How to get better,
How to stay connected
To the people you love,
All these things
We need to know
And don't yet
We are but fledglings
Turned from the nest too early
Forced to seek homes,
We are not
Open to the love
That surrounds us.
I'm hurt inside
There is no cure
But friendship.
I am lost on an ocean
Of feelings and lost loves,
I wish someone would come
And pick me up
I am so alone
Does anyone miss me at all?
I want to end this life
Yet I am to scared to end it
As we all should all be,
And protect our lives
They are sacred.
They don’t know
That they harm themselves
So bad when abusing things.
You live with the guilt
And wish you were
Your friend who
Breathes no longer.
I want to make
My pain cease,
I know I will not,
I have not the power
Nor courage.
Yet does someone else,
To do it for me?
We do not
In out right minds
Yet the things
We are offered make
Us consider it.
I wish to be loved
As some are,
Yet I cannot help
But think
I have it better
Than many.
Where are the friends
I need to survive?
I live in solitude
By my choice
I like to say
Yet it is not that way!
The things we are
Facing are oh so intense
I see it in the faces
Filled with pain
The haunted eyes reliving
Things they had rather not.
I do not flinch
But tears form.
I sit tall yet
Crumble inside
I feel like an empty shell
Nothing inhabits my body
It has flown away
I can't call it back.
I remember times
Happy and sad,
Troubles and rejoices.
I have lived through it
Feeling everything
Bearing it on
Shoulders already burdened
With my own fears
Yet I stand tall
And don't fight
With the flow
That has woven itself
Around me
The things I bear
Are weighing down on me,
I wish not
To be a confidant
To anyone
Not myself, not anyone
Will it end?
Can I make it?
No, the answer is no.
I will have to bear
These things
We all have to face.
