A cry for attention,
A pathetic attempt at unique,
A sorry keening for day,
That's what they say.
But they are wrong.
It's real. It's alive. It's me.
And I can't change.
All of the therapy,
And religion,
And "help" that this world offers
Couldn't change a damn thing.
Because can't you see?
It's me.
So accept it,
Or move the hell along.
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Cry For Help
PoezieHe cried, because words could not describe the pain, sentences made it seem trivial, paragraphs and essays paled. so, for his sake, he cried. ------------------ Yes, the cover picture is Castiel fanart. I don't know who the original artist is, but...
