Final Plea

This is my cerebral turned cyber

Prayer in a status.

A final plea.

I hope they see.

I’m drowning in this sea.

I need someone to reach

And try to save me.

I’m trying just to be.

Despite all of my misery.

I’m so young,

It’s not fair.

I feel like nobody cares.

Sometimes waking up and breathing is too much to bear

I’ve been losing this game

For quite a while.

I feel like a worthless Joker

Placed in the discard pile.

I’ve been through the fire, and I’ve been left charred.

Sometimes I wonder if life was meant to be this hard.

I’m teeter tottering on a line just short of being placed in a psych ward.

But I hold onto the hope my joy will one day be restored.

This is a piece I'm still working on...not sure if it's finished yet. It is written with someone in mind, but I think giving a back story would give away who it is. Sometimes human beings are born into unimaginable circumstances, but more often then not they find strength to keep going. I hope this gives someone hope. Please keep in mind, that I view my poetry as art. I am not suicidal, but it is dedicated to a dear friend who presently is at times. Some problems in life are just uphill journeys and long battles, but you can come out on top.