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Crying Out For Help

This is basically describing the turmoil I feel every day, and I'm just so tired at this point. I'm losing hope. I'm losing my will to go on. This is my final cry for help. But I hope that by sharing this with others it will help someone. Don't ignore the signs. Things aren't always what they seem.

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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...

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I Feel So Lost

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Published: August 2014

I'm not sure when it started or why it is so strong.
On the outside I seem happy. No one thinks anything's wrong.
But on the inside I am dying, screaming for someone to see
That the happy smile and carefree laugh is not the real me.
I've never been happy, not that I can recall.
Between the world and myself I've built up a wall.
I don't know why I'm like this; it makes no sense to me.
I actually come from a very close and loving family.
But even they have no idea of the hell I endure.
They think I'm happy and normal; of this I am sure.
I can't take it much longer; I can't live like this!
I want to feel truly happy; that is my biggest wish.
I need help, but who will help me? Who could comprehend?
Is there anyone out there who can help bring this to an end?
Or am I simply trapped, a prisoner of despair?
Am I really all alone? Is there no hope for me out there?
I'm so lost; please help me! I can't do this alone!
I need someone in my corner, a friend to call my own.
Please help me.



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  • A Sad Lonly Girl With A Hole In Her Heart by A Sad Lonly Girl With A Hole In Her Heart
  • 1 year 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.

  • Kelly Lin by Kelly Lin
  • 1 year 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?

  • Mysterious Writer 333 by Mysterious Writer 333
  • 1 year ago

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

  • Olivia Albert-Putman by Olivia Albert-Putman
  • 1 year 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.

  • Samwel Nyapara by Samwel Nyapara, Nairobi,Kenya
  • 8 months ago

Olivia, this story is so touching. It is not your fault all that happened. He will tell you why all that happened when he comes out. I hope it is going to be soon.

  • Summer by Summer
  • 1 year 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.

  • Lily S by Lily S
  • 3 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.

  • Destiny by Destiny
  • 4 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.

  • Shiara by Shiara, South Africa
  • 4 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...

  • Sierra D. by Sierra D., North Texas
  • 5 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.

  • Lexi Nelson by Lexi Nelson, Durant Oklahoma
  • 5 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~

  • Emeraude by Emeraude, Nigeria
  • 5 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.

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