I’m Ready to Leave
Doesn’t look it,
But it feels it.
I used to make people happy,
Now I can’t make anyone happy.
I’m not beautiful.
And I wish people would stop pretending I was.
It just makes it worse.
I hurt all the time.
I don’t know how other people don’t.
I don’t know anything anymore.
I think I’d be okay,
If they just let me sleep all the time.
Sometimes I wish somebody,
Could tell me,
“Everything’s gonna be alright,”
But honestly,
I don’t think I’d believe them anyway.
I’m ready to leave,
But I can’t move.
Part of me wants to stay here.
Part of me can’t forget,
When it used to be better.
I’m stuck here,
For now.
For now…
This poem was written during a very dark time in my life. It stands as a snapshot of where I once was, a reminder of the depths of despair the human heart can reach. If any of this rings true for you, please remember this; Life is hard, but there is hope. There is happiness.
