I hurt so much but I can't tell anyone.
My stomach is in knots,
Eating itself alive.
My palms are sweaty,
But I feel so cold.
I can't handle seeing you flirt with other people.
If I weren't here you'd be off with them.
I can't handle knowing all my friends are having fun.
I'm sitting at home because I'm too sad for fun.
I can't handle that man dying.
It's been too long since I've seen him and he's giving up.
I don't know what to do.
I'm going to end up dying, too.
If I could just tell someone,
Maybe these chest pains would go away.
If I told just one person
These headaches might ease up.
But I can't tell anyone.
My stomach will burn itself up.
I'll shrivel up.
And no one will know what happened.
Just my stress and thoughts coming to a head.
Fantastic. I really enjoyed reading this
You've created a nice effect which allowed me as the reader to recognise and empathise with the pain described in the poem. Well done. It's not perfect though, much more time could have been spent on it.