This is a poem I wrote in high school. My life has changed a ton since I wrote this, but this poem is still one of my favorites.
Some times I need to just breathe.
Is it sickening to hear when I say that I have forgotten how?
My life is a clutter and I wish that I could make sense of it.
Some times I ask, is my life for real?
I some times find my self-starring off to space, then I think I can’t wait to get to heaven and out of this place.
I find my self-standing in empty crowds around people holding sad smiles.
A friend once told me that I should let God be my escape but some times he just doesn’t feel real enough.
Is it me?
I can’t hear you! Why don’t you help me?
I know that you can see that I am drowning so why don’t you come save me?
I have preciously devoted my time.
Why don’t you send me your love?
Why is it that you say I have so little faith?
I have tried and at one point thought you were talking to me through spiritual lessons but then my life fell again.
Why are you doing this to me?
My life will not stop spinning, its one bad thing after another.
I just want to breath Lord.
I feel like I am screaming silently and no one can hear me.
I am drowning in a substance I’m not even sure of, my own life I assume.
God are you real?
I cry out “Reveal your self to me!”
My heart hurts with a burning to just be happy.
I went on a school retreat this weekend and was my old self again. The self I was before I dated my boy friend, the self that I wish my best friend could see again, the self that the whole world could see.
I want that all the time, I want to be able to breathe.
A song that I have heard says that you breathe new breath right through me like a might rushing wind, well, where is this wind?
Where is this breath that every body claims is there?
I feel my body giving up and I’m just a high school student.
How sad is that?
Who’s life did I change?
Obviously not my ex-boyfriends, obviously not my best friends.
I reach out to people, big deal.
Doesn’t change a thing.
It’s the people out there that changed me, they impacted me.
All a one-way street again.
I need to breathe new breath.
God I know that you are real, but why do I feel you don’t care for me?
Am I blind to what is here in front of me?
Its not like I think you can’t exist because your something I can’t see.
I just cry out, “Be here with me!”
I miss you, I miss being alive for you, but I feel as if you come and go like a wave in an ocean.
Why do I feel like you can’t be permanent?
Why is it that I am like wet cement and every time some one comes through me I change my shape and form.
Can’t I stand strong through any thing?
God I know you are there, just help me breathe, that’s all I ask.