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


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