“Let Me Help”
I look up at him.
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
He wasn’t supposed to come.
Can’t he see?
There is no reason for me to be here anymore.
In the end, I hurt everyone.
I don’t want to end up hurting him, too.
He reaches for me,
I crawl farther up on my bed.
His face shows his hurt,
As I continue to back away.
“Princess,” he pleads with me.
“Let me help.”
I cringe at the word.
Help means pity,
And I do NOT want his pity.
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Last Goodbye
PoésieThis is just a poem that i wrote at a low moment. It basically describes my life as of now.... I'll be adding to it every now and then. I don't want to post all of it at once. (be warned; these are going to be kind of intense. nothing graphic, just...
