There's too much madness that goes on,
Within my mind, it's hard to keep track,
Of everything inside,
And everything around me.
The only thing that's loud and clear,
Are the voices in my head.
Telling me that it's okay,
But telling me I got nothing under control.
So much stress,
I'm overwhelmed,
"I can handle this",
I tell myself,
But here I am alone,
Depressed without someone to hold,
But I guess I got someone to call mine,
Something to anchor me to this earth.
That's more than some can say,
They are the ones that float in space,
With nothing holding them to the ground.
Those are the people who I need help pulling in,
From the atmosphere,
Before they drown in everything else.
YOU ARE READING
A Cry For Help
ŞiirAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
