Poems of Truth

They Can Help?

They can help?
But can they really?
They tell themselves they can to help themselves feel better
But what about me?
They don't understand
The constant feeling of loneliness,
The constant fear that the people around me secretly hate me,
The scars that litter my arms like writing on a page,
They all tell a story that I'm too cowardly to share.

I am drowning in a sea of my emotions
But I'm too afraid to ask for Help
Too afraid that I will be a burden
I power through and find new ways to let my emotions slip through
My Identity has been lost since the moment I met you.
So I ask you this now
Can they really help?

I met this person at age 11
And now at age 15 I realise I have acted like a melon.
I let them use me,
They hurt me repeatedly when they were angry.
And now that I've broken free,
They abuse my story?
They say i'm being dramatic
So I stay silent to try and be anti-climatic.
But if the people around me don't know the true story
Can they truly help?

People are starting to notice,
They notice I'm not my true self.
They say I can talk to them
But I don't know how.
They say they miss the "Old me"
The one who loves unicorns and rainbows
But that me died out along with my hopes & dreams
It's not like she's not there,
She's just hidden by despair.
I've changed since then
Now I like stars & rain.
I like it when I'm alone
And reading a book that will take me far from my dome
Of unrepair.
And trust me I care!

So if you can truly show me that they can help.
Then give yourself some hope
And save me from my loving hate!
But until you show that they care
I will continue to question if...

They can help?

By Lizzie

Written: March 4th 2024