Why use words when they do nothing but waste time,
Emotions can not truly be expressed by a simple breath,
Why speak when no one listens,
When no one hears or cares,
I understand no one but myself,
And no one understands me,
my insides are torn,
My stomache knotted,
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing is real,
So what is the point?

If I can help just one person,
Keep one person from feeling the way I feel,
Then how can you deny that love is real.

I know it's ermmmmm, a bit of a mess but I would be greatful for your comments.

Okay, well. I was drawn in almost instantly. There was something about how it was worded that was really wonderful. But the last three lines:
"If I can help just one person,
Keep one person from feeling the way I feel,
Then how can you deny that love is real."
Was this part of the poem? It felt odd and I wasn't sure. And the last line "What's the point" felt redundant. But everything else was AWESOME.

thank you and I totally agree with wha yuor saying. I didn't know what to put but I didn't want to leave it either, I still feel like it needs an ending but i don't know what to put.

And I am just part of a game,
Each of my moves planned by someone sitting above me,
Who cares not for me,
Who sees me as nothing more than a small counter on a playing mat.
Is this what I am?


What about that, is that better or worse as an ending. I prefer but I am not sure for the last line.