Why Am I Alive?

Sadly to say, a lot of this is about me, alot of these questions are what roam through my mind daily

She sits down against the wall and breaks down.

She’s had tear stains on her eyes for weeks.

All she wants is a way to get out of the pain.

She asked herself every day.

Why was I even born?

Why am I even alive?

Does anyone love me?

Or does everyone even notice me?

She’s the one who sits in the back of the class.

Doesn’t say a word

Doesn't participate in class

Scared they will all laugh at her more

More than she has already laughed at before

No one sees her pain.

No one sees the agony she has inside herself

She just keeps to herself

Not a single word of pain comes out of her mouth.

Why can’t I be normal?

Have all these friends

Date all these guys who don’t hurt me

And just be free like them all?

She goes home to problems at home.

Why am I alive?

Then my parents would be best friends.

Why do I matter?

Why can’t I just disappear?

The pain she feels daily she lets it out.

All that pain from all these men using her.

She never feels loved.

All her friends wanting her for just one thing

Not to actually be her friend

Now she keeps asking

What am I waiting for?

They won’t care.

Why would it matter?

Jesus will be my friend.

A friend that won’t shun me down.

And a friend who will love me for who I am.

THEN my parents won’t have to fight,

My sisters can have all my stuff like she wanted.

My friends won’t need to deal with me

The boys won’t have to break someone’s heart.

And everyone won’t have to see my ugly face.

The pain filled her body.

Then she was truly gone.

 

 

Author's Note

Hey I want to know what you think of this poem?
What emotions?
What thoughts roam through your head?
ANYTHING!
Oh and I dont know if i want to leave the title the way it is or not..
What you think?

Reviews

[Reema Alt]

I was not in the same position but I felt I had lived the situation with you😩 I love how you can express your feelings in few simple words 👌🏻

[Tomislav Petricevic]

I can relate to most of this poem, except for the part about dating guys XD
I've tried to think of Jesus as my friend, but I actually found out it was me who was my friend from the beginning. Letting go of our fate and putting it in Jesus' hands seems easier, so we tend to think Jesus will set us on a right path and be our friend forever, but that's just a feeling we create from the inside. We actually cheer up ourselves by believing in that stuff. Jesus has nothing to do with it, at least that's what I think. It is up to me to endure the cruelty of this world and stay being a good person, all by myself.
Good write.

[Coyote Poetry]

'Jesus will be my friend.
A friend that won’t shun me down.
And a friend who will love me for who I am."
I like the thoughts and the good ending. Life can be hard. We need faith and hope to go forward. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Alex Vidmar]

This is sad. I have to agree with Ashley on the rest.

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Aww, this is soo sad :( but well written.
I can promise you're alive for a good reason. Jesus will always be your friend no matter what. No matter what you think to me you aren't ugly, worthless,but you do deserve to be alive just like any other human being. You done a great job pouring out your feelings.
Great job.
And the title is fine as it is :D

Ashley Rivers--Dream BIG and you'll win BIG:)