It's The Loneliest Feeling In The World Poem by brookelle evan

It's The Loneliest Feeling In The World



Don't hold strong opinions about things you don't understand.
My time has come, and so I'm gone. To a better place, far beyond. I love you all as you can see. But it's better now, because I'm free.
Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will follow you.
It's hard to answer the question 'what's wrong' when nothings right.
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.
Maybe one day it will be ok again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be ok again.
When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older crying seems to be the only option.
I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts to much to hold on anymore.
You say I'm always happy, and that I'm good at what I do, but what you'll never realize is, I'm a damn good actress too.
Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean I'm happy.
Tired of living and scared of dying.
I don't necessarily want to be happy; I just want to stop feeling miserable.
Don't fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine when you know it isn't.
The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
I'm just learning how to smile, and that's not easy to do.
Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone.
I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled the one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.
Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart.
Stop the world I wanna get off.
I bleed for you that's why I cut those simple scars are just deep thoughts.
You bleed just to know your alive.
Death is God's way of saying you're fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can't fire me, I quit.
I don't know what I want in life. I don't know what I want right now. All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and one day, there won't be any of me left.
Everything that ever caused a tear to trickle down my cheek, I run away and hide from it. But now, everything is unwinding and finding its way back towards me. And I don't know what to do. I just know that pain I felt so long ago, it's hurting ten time more.

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brookelle evan

brookelle evan

cincinnati, ohio
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