Poems by Sherrel Stringfield

I'm surrounded by people who say they care,
But when I really need them, they suddenly aren't there.

I feel so empty sitting in a dark room all alone.
I can't even imaging ever calling this place I see a home.

People say they understand, but I know that's a lie,
For if they did, they would know what it's like to emotionally die.

So I deal with this pain every day,
Hoping in the near future everything will turn out okay.

Loneliness is real
It is not a joke
I struggle and cry
And even start to choke

I can't seem to distinguish what's real anymore
Everywhere I go people treat me like some whore
I just sit here
and wait for tomorrow to appear

Every morning I awake
Wondering why I have not done it
The decision that I have to make

I don't think I can take it anymore
when will this torment end?
I know I've felt it before
The trust that someone will have to lend

My life is in danger
Help me before it's too late
Or will I surrender to my anger
And arrive to school late?

My choice is made
My choice is final
It's not something you can trade
It's something that will forever remind you

How much loneliness can hurt.