A Day in Poetry IX

Lonely Girl

All alone in my room

I count the crack on the wall

To forget time,

To forget space.

All alone in my room

I watch the clock go by, 

Staring at my damaged leg,

Where blood spreads 

As minutes go by.

All alone in my home,

I see people I love being alive,

I stalk with jealousy,

Counting the tears on my cheeks.

All alone in his room, 

I pretend the knot in my throat is not real,

I pretend the whole in my heart is not there,

I pretend joy, 

As I hide my scars from his eyes. 

All alone in this town, 

I see him happy without me,

I see him not needing me, 

And I stare at me in the mirror, 

Dying for a him to call me.

All alone in my room, 

I watch my phone not ringing, 

I notice my legs becoming more and more scared,

I see my blood drying on my tights, 

And I loose track of time.

All alone in this world,

I try to disappear.

All alone in my head, 

I try to forget who I am.

All alone in my heart,

I know that nobody sees, 

Nobody cares.

Nobody knows how well I manage the art of loneliness.

Amy