I'm screaming for help,
but no one can hear me.
No one's listening.
Every day,
the thoughts of knives and fire,
ropes and pills,
go through my head.
I've put out my hand.
I'm searching for help.
No one's here to bring me back,
and I just keep falling.
I'm screaming for help,
but no one is here to listen.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
