All Alone

All alone in a room full of people, 
I'm screaming but nobody hears. 

I'm sure, if I die,
no one would notice,
I was never really here in the first place,
always searching for escape,
a way out. 

No one notices the tears rolling down my cheeks,
large droplets of pain,
like the pills I could take to escape. 

No one notices the lines on my arms,
maybe it's because I don't want them to,
maybe it's because they don't care. 
The scars remind me of the knife's escape,
the river of emotion that could bleed out of me until I was empty,
until I was free. 

Tears choke me,
constricting my throat,
reminding me of the escape a rope offers,
one quick motion and I could be gone,
a step forward off a chair, a desk,
everything would stop. 

There are I million ways I could take my freedom,
escape from this world,
I've tried. 

Somehow,
for some reason,
I'm still here. 
I don't know why but I am. 

Maybe it's because I'm a failure at everything,
I can't even attempt suicide properly,
what ever reason,
I'm still here,
all alone.

Author's Note

I'm trying to decide between "Many Ways" and "All Alone" as the title. What do you think of the poem? Is there anything I should change/improve?

Reviews

[Legolas]

Well written poem. I am always here for you, even if it feels like no one else is. I had tears in my eyes as I read this. I am here for you.

[Isabelle Faye]

Thank you, I wrote it last night.

[Legolas]

I figured that.