I want a mask,
To hide myself, my face
And hide from,
All of the world.
I just want to wallow,
In my own darkness,
Under the stormy clouds,
Somewhere far away from all this.
I need to get away,
From all these people,
So that I can't hurt them,
Not anymore.
Let me out of here,
A dead end small town,
With no friends left,
Since they've all gone.
I can't escape,
Like all of them have done,
I know soon they'll return,
Since everyone does.
I just want to wallow,
In my own sadness,
Where no one can hear me,
Or see me cry.
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A Cry For Help
PoesiaAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
