Depression Of Loneliness Poem by Leah Wright

Blood trickles down my cheek gushing out from my wound,
Everybody keeps walking as if nothing matters but them.
I look to my left and then to my right and see nothing but people,
Walking quickly to there destinations.
I shrug hoping that someone would notice me and try to kill me,
I feel like I have fallen into a deep black hole and am trying to escape,
Clawing the side walls leaving scratch marks.
I stab at my arm carving “loneliness” into it,
Every line and every drip of blood I ease myself not to scream or say a word.
All I do is sit there cutting away on every inch of my arm,
Tears swell up in my eyes I blink fast trying to see.
All I think is sadness and depression that will haunt me forever until I give it up,
Until I let people know,
Until THEY find,
Until I am locked away never to see the sharpness of the knife hidden away in my room.
All I feel is loneliness which I will never forget because it’s a scar,
Which will need fade away unless I make it.