All Alone Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

If anyone can listen to what I'm about to say.
Please try to see and understand.
I'll tell you just how I got to be this way.

Wedged between to walls of isolation.
Fear hurt and lonely.
Tangled and strangled with weeds.
Weeds of fear weeds of helplessness and destruction.

I prayed so many times for someone to hear me to see me.
To see the mess I had become.
A friend a foe Jesus or one of the many who became an enemy.
I never had any one to talk to.
The second I trusted them.
the second they'd run

So in this hollow heart of mine.
I felt the weeds twisting and strangling me whole.
The weed of pain and guilt formed.
Dragging me futher to the ground.

Hatred entered my world.
Envy become a thing to know.
Envy of wish things weren't how they were.
Anger was my true friend.

To those I've hurt along the way.
Please forgive me.
Now that I am gone.
Please remember the old happy me.