Only

 

 

 

One day i woke up to being alone. Not in the other human being type way.

The alone you feel when you crave a look that understands you.

The need for comforting in words instead of a touch.

The expression to be loved by much more than the body.

The will to live itself was something i craved, however alone was all i known.

A realm so comfortable but yet so bitter.

The sweet taste of understanding oneself is my small victory,

but the hopes of another sharing the moment also made me realize the reflection of how broken i was.

In the eyes of the beholder i am a person just as she is

but my thoughts are like a shadow that forever lingers during the day but diminishes as the moon makes its way through the night.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

Need to talk?

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