Tell Me

A Poem by Ally Charleston

Does everyone feel this way?

Like you are being stomped on one hundred times over.

You are so small an unimportant.

You cry until it hurts and you hurt until you cry.

Why me?

I don’t understand how this could happen so quickly.

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

How am I doing something wrong and I don’t even know it?

Why does everyone else seem to be perfectly fine

when I am just dying inside.

I don’t know how I manage to stay sane.

I feel like I am trying to claw myself out of my numb body

and only I can see it.

How do I feel again?

Yet how do I stop the hurt?

I want to throw something off of a cliff and watch it fall.

*myself

Not knowing is worse than knowing.

Am I the only one that feels like this?

How do I transport myself back in time

to where I didn’t feel like this?

I need someone

yet I don’t let anyone in.

How can I be so happy and so sad at the same time.

I can cry with the snap of my fingers

and do a fake laugh just as easy.

Why does living hurt?

How can I have so many problems

and so few at the same time?

How can you hate someone so much

but love them even more.

Why can’t I just look down at the water and the horizon ahead of me

and breathe?

Why can’t I breathe?

Everyone else seems to look at me for the outside

and think they know the inside.

Any type of pleasure is short-lasting

so why do we try to achieve it?

My life is filled with questions

I don’t want the answers to.

I am filled with everyone else’s voices instead of my own.

I want to be held while tears run down my face.

Is there any other emotion beside pain?

There was a time where my life was different.

Better.

There was a time where I was different.

Better.

Escaping is a chore and hard to find

yet it is all I seem to do.

Why can’t I have you?

Why can’t you have me?

Is it hard to search for something that you don’t know you are looking for?

Am I just over dramatic?

I feel like I am being forced into a life where I don’t belong

yet feel so comfortable in.

My thoughts are so contradictory and unresolved that

no one can figure them out.

How do I keep going?

How do I make the most of things?

How do I fit in to this life that seems to push me out?

Tell me how.

Tell me.

© 2013 Ally Charleston

Author's Note

I tried to dig deep and this was a time in my life when I wasn't the happiest person so, please, no hate. But I am open to criticism.

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Coyote Poetry

"How do I transport myself back in time
to where I didn’t feel like this?
I need someone
yet I don’t let anyone in."
A sad and powerful poem. The question above is asked by the all of us. Would be good if we could heal and begin anew. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote