Hurting Poems by Teens

Poems about Feeling Alone, Hurting and Sad

When a person is feeling hurt, it is important that they share their feelings with their friends. One of the best ways to process feelings is to share them with friends. Many people are under the mistaken notion that they should not share feelings of sadness because it will bring down the moods of others. This may be true. However, more often than not, we may be able to offer comfort to each other and our friendship will become deeper through the process.

69 Poems on Hurt and Healing: Poems for Teens on Abandonment, Solitude, and Sorrow

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1. Can Anybody Hear Me?

I wrote this poem while crying at night and unable to go to sleep. Simply writing down my feelings calmed me. I was angry at myself for being so shy that I had isolated myself from those who loved me. I felt isolated, alone, and invisible. I didn't feel like anyone understood who I really was. I felt hurt because no one really took the time to get to know me. The ones who preached friendship to me ignored me... even on my birthday. Thank God, He is my comforter. And I had His Word that night.

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- By Katie M. Elliott
- Published: February 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About The Hurt Of Being Isolated And Alone

I want someone to hold me,
But I'm the only one here.
I want someone to listen to me,
But I'm the only ear.

I want someone to hold me,
But I'm the only one here.
I want someone to listen to me,
But I'm the only ear.

Can anybody hear me?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody even know
I'm dealing with despair?

There are voices in my mind
Saying I should die.
Will anybody even tell me
They're only just a lie?

Does anybody love me?
Would they shed a tear?
Would anybody even care
If I were to disappear?

The ones who preach friendship
Have left me all alone.
The ones who are not here
Promised not to let me go.

Can anybody see me?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody even know
The burden that I bear?

I've built up this wall
To hide who I am,
And now that I need help,
I'm alone behind it all.

Can you see the real me?
Will you even try?
Can you even tell I need
A break in the wall tonight?

I'm crying all alone,
Not sure what to do.
Please just let me know
That at least I still have you.
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2. Imagine

This poem touches on feeling alone. I've felt all these things in this poem and felt like there was nobody who understood or cared. I felt like I had to face things on my own. This work takes a turn for the depressing, but hopefully it will show all you beautiful people that you are not alone. Others have felt these things and will always be there for you.

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- By Shelby S.
- Published: May 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Nobody Understands Me

Imagine yourself
Alone in your head.
You're hanging, dangling
From a silver thread.

Imagine yourself
Alone in your head.
You're hanging, dangling
From a silver thread.

Empty, alone
With the monsters within.
Internally screaming,
You just want to give in.

Now imagine that's you
Every day, every hour.
Forever sinking
Like a wilting flower.

You try to tell your dad
And you try to tell your mom,
But they say you're being silly,
You've just got to move on.

Because teens don't know sorrow
Nor the hardships of life.
They're just kids with imaginations
Just looking for attention, right?

You think that there's none
Who knows how you feel.
You're just so alone,
But the feelings- they're real.

Useless,
Neglected,
Forgotten,
Distressed.

Alone,
Afraid,
But mostly
Depressed.

And you're friends,
They go on
Like nothing has changed.

"They must not care,"
Your thoughts whisper,
The lies in your brain.

You can't escape it,
Trapped in your own skin.
You're ugly,
You're hated,
But you mask it with a grin.

You hate what you feel,
So instead you feel nothing.
Your insides are numb,
Your confidence crumbling.

You look to other things
To stop the pain.
Cutting, pills,
But it gives you no gain.

And the people around you
Shout abuse your way.
"You're hurting yourself, stop it!"
That's all they ever say.

No matter how you plead
That you're broken inside,
They turn the other way,
They run, they hide.

They say you're just foolish,
It's all in your head.
What they don't know is inside
You're already dead.
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3. Just My Mask

This is a poem about my day-to-day life. I go through my days, pretending nothing is wrong. I am protecting my family and friends from what I feel. Every time they ask how I am, I always reply, "Fine." I never am fine, never good or well. I wear a mask of happiness and joy so they won't suspect the depth or severity of my pain.

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- By Troy Dayln Bunker
- Published: November 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Pretending To Be Okay

Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.

Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.

Don't forget this, my pain is real.
I'm not lying, this is how I feel.
You sit there saying it can't be true.
It is for me, just not for you.

You say my heart must be a sight,
Cold as ice and black as night.
It's not my heart, only my soul,
But killing me must be your goal.

You're getting close, I hope you know.
You really don't have far to go.
Soon enough I'll reach my end.
You'll have my soul to tear and rend.

But you don't know, you never ask.
You never look beyond the mask.
The look on my face is giving me away.
I wonder now, what will you say?

You've asked me here; you'll know now.
I'll take it off, I'll take a bow...
I can't do it now, tell you the truth.
I must keep up my pretense of youth.

"Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask."
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4. I Feel So Lost

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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- By Alexsys
- Published: August 2014 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Crying Out For Help

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'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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5. My Apology To Me

This is a poem about me and my life and how I've been betrayed by the ones I loved the most. Throughout the poem I'm apologizing to the ones I've mentioned in the poem, although they've clearly been the ones who have done wrong. It's to the guy I lost my virginity to, to my mom who neglects me, to the guy who molested me, the friends who left me, and to me for being my worst enemy.

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- By Natasha Underwood
- Published: February 2012 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
This is to the guy that I went out of my way to get noticed by,
The one I trusted, the one who told me lies,
The one who made me feel like I was the only one,
The one who was through with me when the sex was done,

This is to the guy that I went out of my way to get noticed by,
The one I trusted, the one who told me lies,
The one who made me feel like I was the only one,
The one who was through with me when the sex was done,
The one who made me feel like I was impossible to love,
The one who called me over when he just wanted to bust,
The one who made it clear I'm not the girl he wanted me to be.
I tried and I failed, so this is my apology.

This is to the one who gave me life, the one who gave me birth,
The one who complains and looks at me like I'm the worst thing on the earth,
The one who emotionally beats me down,
The one who's supposed to lift me up from the ground,
The one who's supposed to bring to my face nothing but smiles and laughs,
The one who brings everything that is the opposite of that,
The one who constantly compares me to others,
The one who makes it so difficult to love her,
The one who says I'm not the daughter she expected me to be.
I understand that, and this is my apology

This is to the sick man who crept into my room,
The one who gave me those thoughts of ending it soon.
The one who lied and said I was crazy in the head,
The one who had denied creeping into my bed,
The one who left me scarred for life,
The one who is responsible for my silent cries at night,
The one who says I've changed his life
'Cause I've caused problems between him and his wife,
The one who said I should have kept quiet, I should have just let things be.
He's right, nothing positive came from it, so this is my apology.

This is to my friends who say I do nothing but complain,
The ones who left because they say I've changed,
The ones who didn't stick around in my time of need,
The ones who gave me more of a reason to grieve.
I understand I'm not that girl I used to be,
And for that, this is my apology.

This is to the girl with the low self-esteem,
The girl who cries so terribly,
The one with the forced and fake smile,
The one who hasn't been happy for a while,
The one who's afraid to trust any man,
The one who's afraid to let anyone in,
The one who's passed up many chances at love
Because she finds people hard to trust,
The one that was robbed of her purity and self-esteem.
This is to the girl I'm embarrassed to be.
This is my apology to me.
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6. Help Me

It's about needing a friend, a real one. Of course, I have real friends, but like many teenagers, I don't have friends who understand me. That's basically what I'm trying to say in my poem.

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- By Elizabeth Shears
- Published: August 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Be My Friend

Hear my cries. I need your help.
Please come save me from myself.

Be my friend, a guiding light.

Hear my cries. I need your help.
Please come save me from myself.

Be my friend, a guiding light.
Give me strength to do what's right.

Find my heart. I've lost my way.
Tell me I will be okay.

Feel my pain and catch my tears.
Help me conquer all these fears.

Let my silence speak to you.
Find some way to help me through.

Put yourself into my shoes.
And just like me, you'll be confused.
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7. Forget

I wrote this while going through a tough breakup in high school.
- By Jennafer Nolan
- Published: March 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Wanting To Forget The Past

I wish I could forget...
Forget all the tears and pain,
Forget all the hurt and shame,
Forget all the things of my past,

I wish I could forget...
Forget all the tears and pain,
Forget all the hurt and shame,
Forget all the things of my past,
Because like most, they didn't last.
Forget the memories of your face.
It's wrapped around my heart like intricate lace.
Forget all the times you made me mad,
But I would have to forget all the fun we had.
I want to forget the joy you made me feel,
The joy that, to me, felt so real.
I want to forget the grip you had on my heart,
A grip so tight that it broke us apart.
I want to forget the tears that I still cry,
Because I see you in their eyes.

I want to forget everything about you.
I don't want to have a clue.
I want to forget everything in my past,
Because if I don't,
I know my future will pass.

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8. Empty

You love me, right? Well, Prove it!
- By Taylor Wood
- Published: October 2013 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
I Need Someone Who Will Stick By My Side

Empty
Yet full
Broken
Yet able to love with the pieces

Empty
Yet full
Broken
Yet able to love with the pieces
Blank
Yet colorful
Motionless
Yet I'm going a hundred miles an hour
Falling
But I haven't hit the ground yet
Lonely
But crowded
Loved
But cold
They listen to all my stories
But when I'm serious
They turn their back
They care
But not really
Almost but no
Silent tears
Angry words
Fake smiles
Inside I'm dying
I need to be caught
But no one is there to catch me
Help
No one comes
Why when you need people the most
They leave you
Why when you are the loneliest
The crowd disappears
Why when you need love
There is none left
Why when the smile slips away and the tears come
They turn their back
Why can't it just be simple for once
I need someone to catch me
I need someone to brush away my tears
I need someone to make my smile real
I need someone to be there even when I push them away
I need someone who will stick by my side no matter how much I want to give up
I just need someone
That someone is supposed to be you
You love me right
Well...prove it
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9. You Love Her

This is about the feelings of someone who is still in love with their ex, despite the fact that their partner has moved on and found someone else. The feelings are of unrequited love and heartbreak,
- By Lauren
- Published: May 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Left Behind: A Poem About Unrequited Love

I love you, but you love her.
I still remember what we were.
I still cherish what we used to be.
I still remember when you loved me.

I love you, but you love her.
I still remember what we were.
I still cherish what we used to be.
I still remember when you loved me.

I need you, but you need her.
She's the one you prefer.
She's the one you hold dear.
She's the one I wish would disappear.

I want you, but you want her.
Can't believe you're with another.
Can't believe we are through.
Can't believe you've found someone new.

Now that all is said,
Now that all is done,
You're with her instead.
Good for her, she's won.

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10. Broken

This poem is about feeling hopeless: that nobody cares or will help you, that all the pieces are left behind or lost. It's a cry for help. Will you be the one to help me in the end?
- By Alexandria Satterley
- Published: January 2015 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Feeling Hopeless

I am broken,
But nobody picks up the pieces.
I'm falling,
But nobody catches me.

I am broken,
But nobody picks up the pieces.
I'm falling,
But nobody catches me.
I'm in the dark,
But nobody brings me a light.
I'm alone,
But nobody is there to change that.
I need to be saved,
But nobody is there to save me.
Will you be the one to change that?
Will you save me from myself?
Bring me a light in the dark?
Catch me when I'm falling?
Pick up the pieces of me that everybody has left behind?
Prove to me that I'm not alone?
Will you save me?!?
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11. The True Me

Every day, I hide behind a smile. No one knows how I feel inside. At school, my classmates have new bags, shoes, toys...I never got those luxuries. I feel so alone, like no one understands.
- By Jessica S. Bauzon
- Published: September 2019 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
No One Knowing How You Feel

Why do you stand around and watch me cry?
Don't you see me in the corner of your eye?
I'm in so much pain, don't you see?
Why do you just stare and watch me bleed?

Why do you stand around and watch me cry?
Don't you see me in the corner of your eye?
I'm in so much pain, don't you see?
Why do you just stare and watch me bleed?

Nobody knows me; I feel so alone.
They don't see what talents I've shown.
Why doesn't anyone truly understand?
I just want to be part of your band.

Nobody cares that I always cry.
It makes me feel like I wanna die.
I just ask one question of you.
Why do you do the things that you do?

I just want to make people smile,
To stop the pain and sadness for a while.
Nobody sees the things that I do...
Nobody knows the me that's true.

The true me stays forever hidden.
I only reveal it when using my ball-pen.
Everyone says the real me is weird.
It's like the true me has been sheared.

Why do I feel the way that I feel?
Because of those who make my nightmares real.
My friends and family don't know at all
Right now I just wanna curl into a ball.
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Never change your originality
For the sake of others
Because no one else can play your role
Better than you
So be yourself
You are the best

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12. This Feeling Of Depression

I wrote this poem because I'm sad and depressed. I'm 13 and I live in Arkansas. I'm really depressed because I have horrible headaches every day and the doctors can't find what's wrong. My family fights every day all day long. And my mom sister and uncle are all disabled, and it causes me a lot of stress. I moved away to live with my dad in Pittsburgh, but my mom forced me to come back. Without my poetry I honestly don't think I would still be living.
- By Taylor H.
- Published: December 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
I have a pain so deep you'll never see
I locked it away and hid the key.
If I ever really could share it
You wouldn't look at me the same, I swear it.

I have a pain so deep you'll never see
I locked it away and hid the key.
If I ever really could share it
You wouldn't look at me the same, I swear it.
I've seen things I shouldn't have to see
But the only one who ever knew was me.
I faked a smile every day
For I couldn't stand for you to see me this way
I buried my emotions deep inside my soul
It's this hate I have that keeps me whole
If I ever truly showed you what's inside
I'd run away fast and quickly hide
No matter where I go these feelings stay inside
All I want to do is close my eyes
It's like an eternal torture that never dies
These voices fill my head
Telling me I'm way better off dead
This pain of living hurts my heart
Should I have ended it from the start?
It's like when I get home I take off a mask
Faking happiness is nearly an impossible task
But somehow I manage to get by
Going through every day about to cry
One day maybe it'll be okay
But of course that day is not today.
How much blood can I shed
Before I'm lying on the floor dead?
Will this pain ever go away?
Maybe tomorrow but not today.
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13. The Fall

I wrote this out of anger. I had just gotten into a fight with my mom. She makes me feel really bad about myself sometimes, and I needed to have some sort of relief, so I decided to write. It always makes me feel better.
- By Marie
- Published: May 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem After A Fight With My Mom

I don't know why I bother to try;
even though I know you'll never be satisfied.
I'm not what you want, and I'm not what you need,
but you're twisting and turning my reality.

I don't know why I bother to try;
even though I know you'll never be satisfied.
I'm not what you want, and I'm not what you need,
but you're twisting and turning my reality.
I'm lost in the shuffle,
buried with my troubles.
You're killing my emotions and losing my trust,
and you look at me with a sense of disgust.
This is my world, and you are my fear.
I think things would be better without you near.
I'm losing myself and cowering down to you.
You're words, they are permanent to me, just like a tattoo.
You're always right behind me, pushing me way too far.
Cut me open, see the pattern of my scars.
All these people that think they're so tough,
try being reminded that you're never good enough.
You're killing me slowly, and I'm almost dead.
I imagine you smile as you drift off to bed.
This isn't right, this isn't fair.
It's nothing, I don't expect you to care.
I'll paint this world with my list of regrets.
I'll burn this city with my ashes and I'll forget
that you weren't there.
And maybe I'll be saved from this horrid despair.
I know who's right and I know who's wrong,
but you'll figure it out once I'm finally gone.
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14. No One Will Ever Understand

This poem describes my life. I am a sophomore in high school, and it seems like everywhere I go people refer to me as the "perfect" girl. They describe me as "the athletic one" or "the Asian one" or "the girl with pretty hair." It seems like no one cares about my opinion. Or my life. They only care about getting dirt on me. Or watching my "fairy tale rich girl" life from the side. If someone would take the time, they'd learn how poor my family really is. How imperfect my life is.
- By Jenna
- Published: November 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
You Don't See The Real Me

You think you understand me?
I can hear you speak, you see?

You go on about my perfect life.

You think you understand me?
I can hear you speak, you see?

You go on about my perfect life.
You have no idea of the pain and the strife.

You don't know about how I stress.
Worried to know if you'll like the way I dress.

Worried to know if you'll see past my look.
To find out it I like sports, hugs, or books.

All you see is the careless look I show.
So you automatically know me? No.

You only see the sarcasm, and the "I don't care"
You only see perfect clothes and hair.

You don't take the time to find out my fears.
Which is why every night ends in tears.
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15. Broken Dreams

I wrote this poem when I was depressed. I often write poems to express my feelings.
- By Sabb
- Published: May 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there

Drowning in a darkness
Of deep despair
Believing the lies I hear
And seeing truths not there

See the rays of sunlight
They shine upon your scars
Reaching for that broken smile
Among the hidden stars

Hearing the tear drops
Falling from your eyes
Believe my hidden secrets
And tell my stolen lies

Bring me to the surface
Give me air to breathe
Let me see the sorrow
Upon my broken dreams
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16. Crimson Blood And Poison Tears

I wrote this poem because I feel like no one knows my pain. I write poetry to get away from my life in general and to express emotions to myself.. cause I can't share them any where else.
- By Jessica
- Published: November 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don't need you anymore...
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull...

...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
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17. Tears

This is my first poem I have ever written, and it means something more to me that just a poem. My parents divorced when I was 4 because of drugs and because my older brother and I were taken away from them. My father is dead now; he was murdered 8 months ago. The woman who killed him isn't in jail. We have yet to go to the cops and file a real report and take her to court. I cut myself now because I'm dealing with so much pain.
- By Jordan
- Published: July 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
A Strong Girl Never Cries

Walking through the rain,
I try to forget the pain.
I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
because I know a strong girl never cries.

Walking through the rain,
I try to forget the pain.
I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
because I know a strong girl never cries.
I begin to run, run from my fears.
But I am followed by my ever-present tears.
I want to leave these familiar places,
leave behind all of these frequent faces.
But where will I go?
What will I do?
All I know is I have to get far away from you.
But something keeps me here,
crying one last tear.
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18. Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes

My family and friends used to call me an angel. Not for looks, but for the way I could always help someone out of their troubles, and the way that I could always keep a smile on my face. But the other night I couldn't. I realized that I tried my best to help other people with their problems just because I didn't want to deal with my own. I thought the only way I could tell people that was to write a poem. And this is what I came up with.
- By Sabrina
- Published: September 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Losing Strength

The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

With tear stained cheeks,
Through bloodshot eyes,
She saw only pain and suffering.
Love, she couldn't conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,
Darkness filled her heart.
Her wings vanished from her back,
And her kindness fell apart.

Even with all her might,
Her dress still went black from white.
She was sent to save,
To help those who weren't brave.

But as she looked around,
At the marks she left...
Tear stained cheeks,
And bloodshot eyes.
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19. No One Knows Me

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- By Caitlin Glaspell
- Published: March 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
No one will ever truly know me.
How can they when they never even try?
Because I smile, they assume I am happy.

No one will ever truly know me.
How can they when they never even try?
Because I smile, they assume I am happy.

No one knows me.
I hide behind a mask.
They just never did get it.

No one knows me.
It is a difficult task.
Always there for people, but they are never truly there for me.

No one knows me.
Friendships, I have many.
If I do, why do I still feel alone in this world?

No one knows me.
I guess it is just a curse.
They wouldn't understand.

No one knows me.
They wouldn't care.
They would call it a teenage phase.

The emotionless mask will be up forevermore,
waiting for someone to take it off of me.
No one will ever truly know me.
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20. Pick Me Up

I wrote this because my best friend betrayed me, my boyfriend left me, and my mom didn't even have time to listen or see me as I fell into a deep darkness and nearly retreated to my cutting tendencies.
- By Shubhani Syal
- Published: January 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Poem About Being Left Alone And Hurting

I sit here wondering why I still breathe,
When pain consumes me and I'm dying.
You were supposed to be my support,
The one to hold me, not leave me alone.

I sit here wondering why I still breathe,
When pain consumes me and I'm dying.
You were supposed to be my support,
The one to hold me, not leave me alone.
Sitting now, my tears slip out of control.
I held it in so long, but no more.

You said you loved me,
You said you cared,
So why'd you leave me
In the middle of nowhere?
Like a fool waiting for you,
Believing your lies were true.

Nothing is left to do
As I fall into depression.
Deeper and deeper,
Further than rock bottom,
Holding on to hope you'll catch me,
When I know I'm just free-falling,

So come now, please come now.
At least pick up
The broken pieces of me
Piercing me in heart.
I need you fast,
And if you can't catch me,
At least pick me up.
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1. Can Anybody Hear Me?

2. Imagine

3. Just My Mask

4. I Feel So Lost

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.

5. My Apology To Me

6. Help Me

It's about needing a friend, a real one. Of course, I have real friends, but like many teenagers, I don't have friends who understand me. That's basically what I'm trying to say in my poem.

7. Forget

I wrote this while going through a tough breakup in high school.

8. Empty

You love me, right? Well, Prove it!

9. You Love Her

This is about the feelings of someone who is still in love with their ex, despite the fact that their partner has moved on and found someone else. The feelings are of unrequited love and heartbreak,

10. Broken

This poem is about feeling hopeless: that nobody cares or will help you, that all the pieces are left behind or lost. It's a cry for help. Will you be the one to help me in the end?

11. The True Me

Every day, I hide behind a smile. No one knows how I feel inside. At school, my classmates have new bags, shoes, toys...I never got those luxuries. I feel so alone, like no one understands.

12. This Feeling Of Depression

13. The Fall

I wrote this out of anger. I had just gotten into a fight with my mom. She makes me feel really bad about myself sometimes, and I needed to have some sort of relief, so I decided to write. It always makes me feel better.

14. No One Will Ever Understand

15. Broken Dreams

I wrote this poem when I was depressed. I often write poems to express my feelings.

16. Crimson Blood And Poison Tears

I wrote this poem because I feel like no one knows my pain. I write poetry to get away from my life in general and to express emotions to myself.. cause I can't share them any where else.

17. Tears

18. Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes

19. No One Knows Me

This story is special to me. It is about me and my life.

20. Pick Me Up

I wrote this because my best friend betrayed me, my boyfriend left me, and my mom didn't even have time to listen or see me as I fell into a deep darkness and nearly retreated to my cutting tendencies.