Escaping the Plastic Bubble

I thought running away wouldn't be so bad. I could learn the real life and not be in what I called a "plastic bubble" anymore. But it isn't that easy. When I thought life was hard, I would cut myself, or run away. Sometimes it was both. I did what you hear about: I ran away, had sex just so I felt love of a man, and starved. I used to write poems. But when I ran away, they stopped going on paper. I didn't know what to do so I would fight and hope I died. But I didn't. Instead, I went from house to house. I drank, I smoked, and I was more lonely than I ever was. Here is a poem I wrote to help me when there is no one to talk to. But for all who read this, know that even though we don't know each other, I will help if you ask.

I cry all night
Hoping someone will hear
I try to love
but all that came was fear.
You can't see me
But I can see you
All that I wanted
Was to have something true
So I sleep in a place
That is not my home
Waiting for a life
I can call my own.
I could cry again
But why do such a thing
So as I write this
I can hear him sing.
He is telling me that he will wait
That we will meet someday
He will love me and all of me
To me, he will find a way.
Until then he says
I should go home where I belong.
He will come when the time is ready
And he will sing to me his song.

Like I said, if you need someone to talk to, I am here for anyone. You can talk to me about ANYTHING. I promise you if I haven't been through it, My friends and family have. And they told me it all.

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