Help me
Help me
Help me
All I can do is ask for help but you don't try to help you just say "Stay alive." How do I stay alive when you don't even try to keep me breathing? You say you're here for us well where are you when we need you? When we're home alone in our rooms trying are best not to pop those pill, trying to hold are selfs back from that blade or even keeping our heads out of a noose. You tell us we mean the world to you but honestly how do you know if you'd ever really love us; when you find out how cruel we are to each other? We say we'll change for you but we never do just as you never seem to be there for us too... No matter let me go back to wishing you were here to help me but all I will EVER hear you say is "Stay alive."
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The Sad Truth
PoesíaThis book has sad/deep/depressing poems and/or storys. (These are things I usually feel most days writing about it makes me feel good about myself again.) Enjoy
