Written on: April 24 2015
Can anyone let this pain flow away?
It's making me go insane.
Help me please.
I feel confused.
I help people.
But . . .
I can't even help myself.
I see them in pain.
I start to feel pain.
I wanna help.
I can see they need it.
I can tell.
Even if they say "I'm fine." or "I'm okay."
I can see it throught their disguise.
Their mask.
Their every emotions.
I can see it.
Because I was that kind of person.
That needed help.
That was in pain.
So much pain.
Maybe I still am.
I don't know anymore . . .
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Words from The Mind (Republished, Dead Book Since 2016)
CasualeI decided to publish this because I want my writing to be shown. And I don't mean stories. Simple things. Poems, and other materials. Technically not a diary (I don't own one). I wrote some of these during class hours. But most of it was written whe...
