Poem By Liam Jaw
I'm okay.... I'm okay... I... I.. I am so sad.... Inside I am hurting. Outside I am not. I am a psychopath. I am misunderstood. Everyday I feel something incomprehensible. It is a state of pure sorrow. I am okay.... I say I am but I know I'm not. I built up a wall so no one else could hurt me. She loved me. I loved her. I tried taking down the wall but it was too strong. I shed a single tear knowing it's to late. The wall that once protected me no became my prison. I was banished for a cry out for help. The wall now armoured and not showing any signs of falling started to crumble. Now the wall still there only cracked. I tried to fight but. I am too late. I'm okay.... I tell myself every day. They all think I'm a freak... What they don't know is I am not a freak. The wall is. I.. I am just. Hurt. I try redemption and get pain. I have been cursed with a pain so unbearable and insidious that it fills my head with thoughts of blood and horror. I weep silently as to not awake the wall. I am okay.... I am NOT okay... The wall feels my pain but only uses it against me... Every name called is like a bullet of depression piercing my withered soul. I am okay
.. No on could understand our pain.. The sorrow. It hurts. Please help me.. Even if one person could understand.. I am alone. Inside and out. I grow up knowing no one will ever love me or be there for me. No on to say that it's okay... I just want you to know. I am not okay...