I Feel So Lost

• by Elijah O Odek, Kisumu,Kenya
• 3 years ago

This poem reminded me of what I have gone through in life - no parents to turn to. I lost both my parents at the age of 7, and the world was so cruel. I actually realized I am not alone. There's God in heaven who intervenes in every situation.

• by Yair Friedman
• 3 years ago

I live with someone who has BPD. AND there is that feeling of loneliness when you feel you're the only one going through a situation. It's a life saver to have friends...any friends even just ok friends will do sometimes until you can make a real one...but who has the time or energy to invest in a new friendship when they are so overwhelmed by their current situation....make time for yourself... believe in yourself.... believe in a better, brighter future.

• by Danielle L. Somack, Winnipeg
• 3 years ago

This poem made me want to cry too. Not just because it's sad, but because the authenticity spoke to me on a deeper level. I've been in the same place many times, as a human being with my own struggles that sometimes feel like too big of a burden to share, and yet too big to handle on my own. I think lots of people have felt this way too, and that's why your poem is so powerful just the way it is, in its confusion and brutal honesty. I know it's been years since you submitted this, but thank you for doing so.

• by Blair
• 4 years ago

I get it. I come from a really religious family, but no one got me. I cried myself to sleep for weeks, until I meet my best friend, someone who actually got me. I promise it does get better.

• by A Sad Lonly Girl With A Hole In Her Heart
• 5 years ago

This poem describes the pain I feel when I'm around my grandfather's grave. I cry, I weep, but only my mother and father see, though my mother and father have never gone to the grave. I go alone. I miss my grandfather.

• by Kelly Lin
• 6 years ago

This is literally me. No one in the world has seen me cry unless they are my parents and I was a child. Not my best friend, not my siblings. Just me. But am I really alone as this poems states?

• by Mysterious Writer 333
• 6 years ago

This poem...it's as though it was speaking about ME. About my life. About my troubles. I loved it.

• by Olivia Albert-Putman
• 6 years ago

I am Olivia Albert-Putman. I am younger than most people think. I will not publicize my age, but I can share my story. I know what is like to feel pain. At this age I have felt more pain than most people in their late 30's. When I was in SK (Senior Kindergarten), I had police at my door questioning me about my father. At that age I hadn't understood jail or crimes, so I answered all honestly. By that time next year I didn't see my dad again till our first supervised glass wall talk. I was surprised and amazed because I thought he was on vacation without me. When it was time to go I was in tears. Three years later my dad came home on my 7th birthday! I was so happy. Life was amazing the next 3-4 years till I got questioned again by police and Children's Aid Service. Now I was at the age I understood. I answered how I thought I should answer. Still 3 months later my dad was arrested and put in a holding jail. Till this day I'm still clueless why my dad is still in that holding cell.

• by Summer
• 6 years ago

You are going get through it. Just keep holding on. Everything gets worse before it gets better. You're strong enough. God knows you can do it. You just have to try and trust me. I have been down the same road you have, and I am just now getting better. Just keep praying. He will answer them soon.

• by Lily S
• 8 years ago

I get it, no one can see that your smile is fake, no one gets how much pain your in. I have a loving family too, but they don't see the real me. Trust me I get it, but it does stop. Just keep going and you will find the end of this road.

• by Destiny
• 8 years ago

I identify a lot with this piece. I'm eighteen and for so long I've struggled with this incessant feeling of being unsure and so indecisive with my life. This feeling isn't persistent though, they're days when I'm immensely happy and those previous feelings aren't there and I feel so content with life. I don't know why I switch from one to another and I get so annoyed by it.

• by Shiara, South Africa
• 9 years ago

Great poem! Please don't end your life, I may be 13 but I want to make a difference and please don't lose hope, and I might be too late...

• by Sierra D., North Texas
• 9 years ago

I have been feeling like this since I started high school. I have always been so concerned with making others happy that I have forgotten how to make myself happy. They never would suspect the thoughts that go through my head. I once heard a short story that said a man went to see a counselor and asked him how to be happy. The counselor told the man to go see the amazing clown that performed down the street, for that would surely bring the man joy. The man replied "You don't understand. I am that clown." Reading your poem helped though. It made me feel less alone. Just to have someone who understands, even though I don't know you, makes me feel as though things can get better.

• by Lexi Nelson, Durant Oklahoma
• 9 years ago

This poem made me cry. I thought I was the only one and now I know I'm not. Thanks for sharing this and you made me feel more at ease. My family has always been poor. I've always been bullied and labeled . I've wanted to talk to someone but who ? Not some counselor. Not my friends, they wouldn't understand because they're so happy. My mom? no she too busy with her new husband and now reading this poem makes me feel more known to other people I wish we were friends I know you would understand ~lexi~

• by Emeraude, Nigeria
• 9 years ago

Indeed, you're not alone so have faith, keep your head straight and press on. I have also been through such situation before so I know a bit if not all about how you feel.