Dedicated Nobody

A Poem by Alicia Hirshey

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Dedicated to no one
World fades to black
Always taking something
Refusing to give it back
~*~
Mother to you children
All a staged show
Time is consumed with love
Would the dysfunction show?
~*~
Never to happy
Turns the wheel of fate
All the time longing
To redirect the hate
~*~
Longing for something
Never anything more
Will you miss me
When I lie dead on the floor?
~*~
Stuck in a bubble
My dreams easily popped
Give up the gamble
My hand is a flop
~*~
Overwhelming emotions
Channel all the pain
everyday I question
If I am even truly sane
~*~
Weary in bed
No rest will come
All emotions

Leave my heart dead

~*~
Dedicated to no one
World fades to black
Always taking something
Refusing to give it back

© 2011 Alicia Hirshey

Author's Note

Everything Feels out of place. I feel unwanted, unwelcome, unloved. Everything feels like it is getting worse. I first thought that it was my Medication playing mind games but it is not a side effect I was told. That with everything going on it is normal for any patient to feel the way I do. But do they really understand? Can they really save me from myself like they claim to be able to do? I have built my poetry around saving people from themselves and trying to save the world, that in the process I've lost sight of myself and who I was and still am. I am me, and I can't be saved. I have helped a lot of people but where are they when I need help? Where are they when I need someone to listen or vent? I'm going on the constant notion that maybe I am not good enough to save. That maybe I will never be good enough to save. But if that were true, would you even be reading this poem? Taking the time to read my author's note. Taking the time to see the true me that lies behind the mirrors?