Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Closed Eyes

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I’m standing, waiting.
Waiting to the ends of the Earth.
Time seems to stop to taunt me.

I’m waiting so long…
That I forget why.
I want to run, run until I can’t go any longer.

I feel alone, trapped.
Like my body is there, only that.
I am going through the motions.

No one understands.
I’m almost sure no one even knows my thoughts.
No one can see the real me with my sorrowed eyes covering up.

I see the faces.
Hear the names.
Yet they mean nothing.

I have an empty feeling in me.
I believe I am alone.
Alone in the crowded places.

I wait for that shred of light.
Sure it’s the way out.
But I get lost in a sea of darkness.
Everything is a blur.
Sometimes I just sit.
Try to figure it out.

While I wait for my beacon of hope,
Sometimes my judgment gets muddled.
I have a shattered heart, covered soul and tear blurred eyes.

Beginning to lose faith and will to live,
There isn’t any way out.
I make a harsh decision.

I think about the rumors that will start at school.
Think about how I won’t have to worry any more.
It doesn’t sound so appalling.

But now something in me tells myself to wait.
Everyone is waiting for something, they just don’t realize it.
No, I am fed up with waiting.

I don’t think people realize what they are waiting for.
I am waiting for a reason to live.
To keep pursuing a pointless want and life.

But why not live?
Even if life isn’t the song we hoped for,
We should dance anyway.



I realize my reason to live.
What I am really waiting for now.
And the reason I couldn’t find it? My eyes were closed.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback