Alone

by alicia arter   Jun 14, 2012


I remember the way it feels to have no one to turn to
nobody to talk to when you feel scared o hurt
i remember how it feels to sit and question why?
why am i still here
i remember the thought that if something happened to me
noone would care or be there for me
these are the thoughts that chase each other in my had
waiting hoing for change yet none
these thoughts make e question what i thought

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  • 11 years ago

    by My Other Side

    I can see what is in your thought process as you write this. The questions the wondering, the looking outward from where you are. There is a name for this thought process. It is called existentialist dread. That moment or time when we look, see, and realize how small we are and how helpless we are in the scope of things. I like this piece. It brings deep thinking into play.

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