Poem Dump

Stuck

Someone gives you hope.
That same person then crushes you, but it is ok, because that hope still stands.
Weeks pass.
You ask about that hope.

It never existed.

It was a lie.
A lie you figured out weeks ago, but refused to belive.
A lie, that took ages to pluck up the corage to ask about.

And then it shatters even more.

And all you want to do is go into that drawer and take a razor to your arm.
But you have a dance exam in two days.
And you just have to hold on.

But you have nothing left to fight for.
No-one to live for.
No-one to love.
No-one to turn to.

And you can't even escape your own house.

Stuck.
Stuck in the place you hate almost as kuch as yourself.
Stuck in a place where the is no freedom.

Where there is no life.

So you hide in bed untill the morning.
But it has yet to come.
You have yet to endure the night.

And there are many things to do.
But instead you piur out your heart into something that people look at and dismiss without seeing.

There is not worth in the things you do.
But you do them anyway.

Because if you don't, then what have you to do.



And the only thing you relate to are fiction.
Cast into this world and can be cast out with a few clicks of a keyboard.

If only it were that simple.
If only there was someone out there who was waiting for you.
If only you could get to be the thing you dream of.

But that would mean having to indure everything inbetween and you know you're resilient, but you're not that resilient.

But you have to soldier on.

Like everyone does.
Like everyone is.

Stuck.