It's never been this bad,
at least I can admit it.
I've tried to get so much help,
but I guess I need to forget it.I can't go any further under,
it's dark and evil down here.
It doesn't really matter,
all I can see is tears.Someone please come save me,
I really need some help.
I've been down here way too long,
with no one but my self.

YOU ARE READING
For a boy named Chase
ŞiirThis is a poem for him that is written from his point of view.