Shout!

I’ve tried writing poems, to express how I feel,
But nothing has ever been so hard, I’m struggling still.
I’m just going along with whatever comes to mind,
But the words I want are just so hard to find.

I have these random days,
When I wake up and wonder why I was born,
It’s a summers day yet I feel like I’m on a boat trying to survive the storm.

I want to stand on a hill and scream as loud as I can,
So everyone can hear me, I just want a helping hand.
People are around me, so why do I feel so alone?
I can see everything so clearly,
so why does it feel like someone has punched me?
Sometimes life seems so blurry.

I wish there was a place I could go,
To get all the answers, for the questions I need to know.
Why should I go on with life? It’s such a horrible place to be,
Id rather be alone, no one else around but me.

Whats the point in having children, why bring them through this hell?
The world isn’t going to get better, just worse, I know, I can tell.
I feel like I could just give up, but there isn’t a way out,
When I stand up on that hill, I’m not just going to shout.