STRANGLEY, THERE IS PAIN IN MY HEART
I'M NOT SURE WHERE IT COMES FROM,
BUT IT IS THERE
IT BEATS LIKE AN AFRICAN DRUM...
STEADY, PAINFUL AND BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES...
I'M TIRED OF FIGHTING,
I'M TIRED IF TRYING,
I'M TIRED OF LIVING IN THIS PLACE,
BECAUSE IT IS SLOWLY KILLING ME,
I TRY TO FIND PEACE IN BOOKS AND GOD,
BUT I FIND IT NO WHERE...
I TRY TO HIDE MY PAIN FROM THE WORLD,
BUT I REALLY WANT TO HIDE IT FROM MYSELF,
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE,
TOO MANY ARE TRYING TO HURT ME,
AND TOO MANY DON'T CARE...
I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR,
YET I WON'T DIE,
I'M FALLING APART,
FALLING INTO A DARK HOLE,
THAT I CANNOT CLIMB OUT OF...
A FEW WEEKS AGO,
I HAD THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE...
WAS HELPING ME OUT,
BUT THEY LET GO OF MY HAND,
AND IT IS DARK AGAIN...
I AM SO TIRED OF THIS LIFE,
I AM SO TIRED OF BEING HURT,
I AM TIRED OF HIDING,
I AM TIRED OF CRYING...
I AM ALONE IN THIS WORLD,
AND ALWAYS WILL BE,
AND I AM TIRED OF BEING ALONE,
AND CARING TOO MUCH ABOUT EVERYTHING...
I AM BEGINNING TO NOT CARE ANYMORE..
I TELL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY,
EVERY TIME THEY ASK HOW I AM...
I TELL THEM I AM FINE,
BUT I AM NOT...
THE PAIN IN MY HEART,
IS TEARING ME APART...
I THINK IT IS FUNNY THAT,
OUR VERY OWN HEARTS,
LIKE TO CAUSE US PAIN...
IT BEATS LIKE THE WORLD BEATS US...
STEADY AS THE RAIN...
I AM SO TIRED OF LIVING.

BY EMILY WALLACE
AGE 15
NOVEMBER 15. 2008