"Should I ask for help?"
I frequently ask my head this, they reply no.
They say if I do, people will judge
laugh at me
Make wish I was dead even more
I agree
But my head is the one telling me things that
I do not like
I think the thoughts make my eyes water
the things they say interest me at the same time though,
They know this, maybe that why they have been getting louder and louder each day
My interest peaks at its highest
But also I can't ask for help
That makes me look helpless
Maybes I am, but also people will say I fake it
So I keep quiet
I am helpless but looking for help
YOU ARE READING
People Are Poison
PoésieJust wanting to be artistic and artsy I guess, I just write when I'm bored, it's just my thoughts.
