Hurting Poem by Teens

The Darkness Of Being Alone

I wrote this poem because due to my shyness and timidity, I feel isolated from meaningful relationships with those around me. I've struggled with loneliness for a long time. The girl in the story is me, sitting in my room, holding myself and watching the storm outside as I often do when I feel alone. The poem describes the reasons behind my loneliness: lack of constant friendships, shyness, being ignored, and more. God is my Comforter during these times. I wouldn't be able to handle it without Him.

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Lonely Too Long

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Published: August 2016

The rain is pouring down again,
And for that she thanks God.
Maybe it will wash away the burning stain
That's hurting her heart tonight.

White light reveals the room
And the girl falling apart.
She hears a resounding boom,
Like the noise going on in her heart.

She stares out the window and hugs her knees.
She cries to God, "Don't leave me, please."
The darkness reflects her emptiness inside,
For loneliness is what causes her to cry.

"What is wrong with me?" she asks
"Why must I be all alone?"
"I'm tired of hiding behind a mask
And of handling it all on my own."

No one understands the girl's heart
'Cause she'll never force you to listen.
People can't see that she's falling apart,
For she's quiet, and no one will listen.

The voice that was choked into silence
Is now choked by a river of tears,
For she feels caged by her shyness
And by all of her many fears.

Books have been her best friend,
Along with soothing songs,
For the friendships that start soon end,
Or something in them feels wrong.

Being around other people only makes her feel more alone,
For no one else seems to be friendless and on their own.
She looks at their friendships and longs for them to show her the same,
But she feels hopeless, because she doesn't know how to play this game.

The words that could heal her only cut her heart
'Cause they're spoken to another while she's falling apart.
"I love you," "I'm proud of you," or "How was your day?"
Each time she's ignored she continues to waste away.

She daydreams about those she admires a lot
And wonders if they think about her too or not.
She loves people and doesn't want them to feel alone
'Cause she knows what it's like to be all on your own.

So she holds herself tonight,
And faintly she can feel
A comforting presence in her heart
As her Savior holds her tight.

more by Katie M. Elliott

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