Help, is what you yearn for at your lowest,
I wish I could run away, into the forest.
Helpless is what I seem,
Though I just wish for your gleam.
"I'm sorry" hasn't been said enough,
Why don't you go drink he milk inside your cup.
You may not listen to my calls for help,
This time, I'd rather yelp.
Keeping you sane has become tiring,
I feel as if this is a job that needs hiring.
Am I not enough, to make you feel safe?
Questions seem to be unanswered,
Look at you, tiny dancer.
Worthless, though I feel,
Defeated, I begin to kneel.
Begging you to to be okay,
I hate this little game we play.
I remember when I was at my lowest,
Yearning for help every night, I was very focused.
But now, I feel as if I have to beg, scream, hide.
I will be a better girlfriend, I have soon to decide.
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PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
