I'm not okay. I need help. Help from you. Help from them.
Help from anyone willing to reach out a hand who realizes I won't stretch my arm to grab it back, and will go further down the hole to pull me out, whether I like it or not.
Because even if they give you a hand, you may be too damn low to reach it.
Because when they did, I was too lost to even see it.
Every 'I'm fine' I write feels like a stab to the heart, drawing out too much blood out until I fear I'll break.
I'll break and it will happen when everyone's around me and all I'll want to do will be to curse the damn timing.
a/n: this is from some time ago :)) lately I've been cramming for exams nonstop so sorry for the inactivity, if anyone cares <33
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an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
