Blood trickles down my cheek gushing out from my wound, <br />Everybody keeps walking as if nothing matters but them. <br />I look to my left and then to my right and see nothing but people, <br />Walking quickly to there destinations. <br />I shrug hoping that someone would notice me and try to kill me, <br />I feel like I have fallen into a deep black hole and am trying to escape, <br />Clawing the side walls leaving scratch marks. <br />I stab at my arm carving “loneliness” into it, <br />Every line and every drip of blood I ease myself not to scream or say a word. <br />All I do is sit there cutting away on every inch of my arm, <br />Tears swell up in my eyes I blink fast trying to see. <br />All I think is sadness and depression that will haunt me forever until I give it up, <br />Until I let people know, <br />Until THEY find, <br />Until I am locked away never to see the sharpness of the knife hidden away in my room. <br />All I feel is loneliness which I will never forget because it’s a scar, <br /> Which will need fade away unless I make it.<br /><br />Leah Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depression-of-loneliness/
