It Hurts Me More Poem by Elie Lugo

Being like this is like being a ghost that cannot leave this earth. Invisible most of the time, but visible when someone needs me.
Being sad is like being a part of a thunderstorm that will never stop. Raining, thunder, and lightning, when i get like this everything is frightening. Am i trying to be like this? NO! I'm trying to be the opposite. There is a huge part of me that is trapped inside. That part is weak, and always leaves me weak. When I'm weak, you could say I am the soggy part of a banana: just falling apart. I'm hardly ever strong anymore. I have lost all my faith in becoming myself again. Being alive is almost the same thing as not being here. The only difference is that being alive means thinking, and when I'm thinking, you might as well say that I am gone. Me being here seems to hurt everyone, but what they don't know is that most of the time it hurts me more...