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WHEN I'M HURTINGIt's easier for you to walk away, than it is for you to reach out to me. It's easier for you to look away, than it is for you to see the depth of my despair. It's easier for you to look through me, than it is for you to see "me." It's easier for you to distance yourself, than it is for you to really care. It's easier for you to hear, than it is for you to listen. It's easier for you to judge, than it is for you to understand. It's easier for you to label, than it is to get acquainted. It's easier for you to bask in your joy, than it is for you to feel my pain. It's easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries, than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul.It's easier for me to look away, than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes. It's easier for me to cry, than it is for me to talk. It's easier for me to walk alone, than it is to risk rejection. It's easier for me to push you away, than it is for me to be held. It's easier for me to distance myself, than it is to trust that you won´t hurt me. It's easier for me to die, than it is for me to face life's challenges.It's hard for me to smile when I am hurting. It's hard for me to talk when you won't understand. It's hard for me to reach out when I need help the most.If only you'd really look at me and see who I am. If only you cared enough to reach out when I push you away. If only you'd hold me, without asking why. If only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings.But it's the easy roads that are most often taken. And so I hurt alone.--Jo A. Witt Copyright 2000
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Darkness by Emily I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under I yell for help but no one is there to hear it I begin to see the water at eye level and I kick and flail fighting to stay above the darkness But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me and I slowly begin to give in to the feeling that lies below the water line the waters starts to fill my lungs the lungs that once held so much life yet now they allow the murky water to replace that I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness But why doesn't someone grab my hand pull me from darkness's grasp? because no one knows I stand at the boundary the boundary between light and dark so I give in to the thing that holds me All of the strength and all of the courage that I once held in my heart can't save me from the water So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness undetected by the occupants of that world I don't want to fight anymore I've given into darkness