Poems of a mended artist.

I'm tired.

I'm tired. 

I'm broken. 

I'm alone. 

I'm forgotten. 

they've probably moved on. 

I've probably hurt them. 

I say I'm ok. 

I'm really hurting. 

I say everything's fine. 

I've lost contact with my family and I'm constantly watched by cameras. 

I'm tired of acting. 

I'm tired of being afraid. 

they have all the power over me. 

I live my life afraid. 

I start shaking when people go to my room. 

I start freaking out when people come home. 

I don't trust them with the truth. 

I know my pain isn't as bad as yours, 

but please. 

please. 

hear me out. 

listen to me. 

I swear I'm not lying when I say I need help. 

I swear I'm not lying when I say I forgot. 

I swear I'm not lying when I say I can't control my anger. 

I know My life isn't bad. 

I know nothing has happened to me.

I know I should be fine. 

I know I should be happy. 

I live in fear. 

I won't survive out here. 

I'm alone. 

I'm broken. 

I'm afraid. 

I am not lying. 

I do need help. 

even if I should be ok.