There are times she feels so alone
Trying to do this thing called living
Aimlessly she wanders and roams
A path that’s rocky and unforgiving
There are times she wants to quit
She’s trying so hard to rid her depression
It isn’t easy she must admit
Sometimes she feels it’s her only possession
She is so comfortable feeling this way
A familiar place to be
And sometimes she would rather stay
In the dark, instead of free
Some people just don’t understand
When you’ve been through trauma and pain
It doesn’t matter who holds your hand
Things will never be the same
© Janelle Erin Elizabeth Peters all rights reserved 2021 art found on pinterest. This poem is my most shared and most relatable piece. This poem has reached millions of people. You are not alone.