Reach Out Poem by Rhea Smith

Reach out.
Can someone pull me in?
I'm never going to win,
At this rate.

Everyone tells me
It'll be okay
Like that's what I want to hear
Like that will end all my fear

I don't want to be alone anymore.
I don't want to be afraid anymore.
I don't want to feel this pain anymore.
I don't want to be alone.

Forever condemned to be the 'Bad Guy'.
Forever condemned to see the wrong.

So I ask myself why,
Don't they hear me cry?
If you all care,
Why aren't you there?

This is the sound of a breaking heart.