Am I Really Here? Poem by Susan Basile

I feel as if I am on a cloud,
floating around
being hurt by everyone around me.
How do I get out?
Can I ever get out?

I need to find a better path.
I need to get off of this cloud,
It may be high
but it will be worth the pain
in the end when
I am stable.
Or will it be?

It will hurt for a long time,
but I am ready for that.
It is nothing compared to
what is happening up here.

As long I am down
on the ground,
I will be able to let my self back up
on my own.
I don't need anyone's help.
Thay are the reason I am
so messed up.

If only there was an easier
way to change what has happened,
to bad there isn't