Survive
Alone with my thoughts
like being lost in a crowd
The empty noise
screams so loud.
Too loud to hear,
too soft to feel.
So I follow the motions
of a tasteless life.
The constant solitude
that numbs my strife
forces me to cry
“How will I survive?”
Forget to feel
Leave it all behind.
Hide the fear
that made me so blind.
I hurt and I break
just to be remembered.
But being forgotten is better
than being remembered as shattered.
Now it’s my turn to forget you
and all the tears I cried.
It’s my time to heal.
It’s my time to try.
This poem is about:
Our world