My Closest Friend

I’m sitting here alone in my bubble

That was created for me a long, long time ago

I didn’t think the story was true

But now I see

What’s really happening around me

 

Am I just not opening up?

Letting chances take me on the fly

I stand and sit

Moving through the world

As the people cry

 

It’s not like I’ve never cried before

But a part of me is lost

Whenever I do

So the pain I feel is gone

Until I cry again

And that’s it I don’t feel revenge

 

I look at myself as if I’m broken

Wouldn’t you?

When you see someone grieve over love

Or the loss of one

Where I stay stoned and passive

To this emotion that massive

 

People laugh and people cry

Do they ever ask themselves why?

I do and it’s not fun

When you find out you’re the reason

People hide from this pain

In so many ways

Latent with laughter

Buried in burning

And cloaked in cuts

But that pain penetrates us all

Just matters how far we fall

 

Give in and lose

Leaving life slowly behind

Watching as your life fades

And for a minute you think what if

What if you had waited?

What if someone had called?

What if aid had gotten there after all?

 

But those thoughts are simply what ifs

Ones we will never know the end

Cause they were uttered as last words

By one of my closest friends

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