Hidden Inside

Hell is a four letter word that barely describes the pain.

I’ve seen things you can never dream of,

But it gave me something to gain.

I’ve heard the cries of other souls begging to be taken out of their misery,

But were shut down and told “You will never be free”.

So they turned to me.

Now I stand here and tell all who will listen,

That it is time to wake up and pay attention.

Look at this poor souls dying on the street corner!

What about the zombies looking at life in a blur?

Did you notice the girl too scared to go home?

Or how about that boy who is always sitting alone?

They cry out with no words for help and your guidance.

But everyone turns away and puts those sad faces behind them.

Why?

I cry, why would you leave them be?

Are you too afraid to get your hands dirty?

I know it must be tough to recognize the sad after a while,

Especially when some hide behind a smile.

Stop staring at their lips and start reading their eyes.

You will soon realize their words are full of lies.

Now that my rant is over and done,

What will you do to try to help someone?

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741