Danielle N. Calhoun

UNCLEAR SADNESS

I write the words,
I pen the lines.
I try to say
what’s on my mind.

I get people angry;
I get people confused.
Why can’t I put to writing,
All my views?

Can’t they see,
I’m afraid to commit?
Sometimes my heart
just wants to quit.

I’ve been abused,
Used a mistreated.
More than once,
I have always retreated.

I cry at night,
My mind all a mess.
My mind turns to thoughts,
Things I have not seen yet.

I want to be happy;
I’m tired of being alone.
I just want to die;
I want to leave this world.

I hate being a pain;
I hate starting to cry.
Please God,
Just let me die