I had really thought
that you heard
when I said
not to say a word
I know I have
Lots of problems
but I'm sure
I can solve them
I know your mad
as can be
you want a counselor
to talk to me
But I have issues
hidden deep
ones I won't tell you
ones I will keep
Not tell
to a soul
because there
is no goal
To help
even if you knew
you don't even
have a clue
How much it pains me
to write this
I know I need help
I'm writing a list
But I ask you
to leave me alone
or don't tell anyone
of my closet of bones
Because I want
to see you daily
and no living a live
full of maybes
Even though
I know it is
face it
my life's full of piss
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
