Help me

Help me

Help me

I can't feel anymore

Everything is turning grey

And no one can hear me 

Help me 

Help me

I don't know how to fix this

I don't know how to sew my skin back together 

Or my heart

Help me

Help me

My eyes hurt from crying

And my hands are shaking

I can't stop

Can you hear me

Did you see me

Will you answer

My cries for help

 

Do you fear me 

Can you help me

I can't stop shaking

And i feel faint

Help me 

Help me

The end is close

But there is no light

No flashes before my eyes

Because i never had anything to live for 

Reviews

[Olivia]

IIIIIII know this feeling.

Way to capture it.

[Duckey]

Thank you x

[therisa]

Ouch, Duckey, this poem really digs deep, into me. I can feel your cries for help, half a world away. I hope, you're feeling this way, right now, and this is, only fictional write, on your part. Wish I could say, I haven't felt this way, but I have, too many times.

[Duckey]

I wrote this last night, but i only just posted it. It sadly is very real, but my poetry always is. I find i write best if i write about things that are close to my heart you know?

[therisa]

I understand Duckey. That's why my little burb about myself, in my profile warns people, about the personal nature of my poetry and other writings.

[Duckey]

That is probably a very sensible idea, yes.

[therisa]

Thanks, Duckey.