Looking Up

i realized that maybe i wasnt alone.

I stand here

Alone

No one can come here

To this place in my mind

The place that always seems to be

Dark

A place

Where I am always alone

But then

I look into my memories

And smile

Everyone was always smiling

Like nothing was wrong

Then I realize that I’m not the same person

That I’m not shattered

Everyone who had made me who I was

They were always standing beside me

Even as I was slipping deeper

And deeper

They held onto my hands

And pulled me back up

And that I had done the same for them

I had tried to be happy for them

I cried with them

I smiled with them

No I didn’t have a category

No one ever has

We are what we are made of.

Author's Note

I guess this poem is about me. In my life i've felt alone, because I dont really have a lable (Goth, Geek, Prep, crap like that). But i talked to a friend today, and realized that maybe i really wasnt alone. But my friends are a part of me, and they'll always be there for me.