before its too late

I told you wanted cut
but you didn't believe
I asked for help but you didn't see
I talked about suicide but you didn't care
I screamed for help but you didn't hear
I bite myself constantly but you didn't care
I lock myself in my room
but you just ignore
I start to tell but you interupt
I lie on my bed
hoping to god
that one day you will understand
before its too late
and my time runs out

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many people cry out for help and no-one listens. I like the direct and honest feel of this poem. A sad poem with a bad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote