This was a poem I wrote earlier this year, in the middle of struggling with an emotional low. I was confused about so many things, and I felt very overwhelmed that night. It was my way of reaching out to a close friend and silently crying for help. If you, too, are in a place you don't understand, struck down by pain and confusion, please don't give up. There is always someone who will listen, even if that's a stranger like me who's shared a similar experience. Please don't give up.
Stretched tight, yet slack
Crying without tears
Scarred but acting whole
Why is life this way?
Alone in a crowd
Forget how to feel
Riddle with no clue
Why am I this way?
Lost on a familiar road
Small load too heavy to bear
A map that leads to nowhere
Why is it so hard to pray?
