Blue Poem by Gloria Johnson

I see no blood I see no bruise.
so why do I hurt I feel abused.
am i blind or in the dark.
how did I let my life fall apart,
Is it my sickness is it a curse.
what did I do to desrive all this hurt.
can I change it what should I do.
Someone help im sick of being blue.
Wake up wake up I tell myself
the world is turning but I lye still.
not wanting to talk not wanting to move.
why did I let my world become so blue.
I cry no tears stop all emotions keep
them held in lifeless and lonely
is what I feel how did I let myself
become so unreal I feel my heart
beaten so it cant be true, Im
still alive sadly im so blue.