I've always thought about dying,
But I've never been closer than now,
If only to cry out to those around me,
A plea for help the only way I know how.
Help me fix my self-esteem,
Help me fix my broken heart,
I'd try to fix myself,
But I just don't know where to start.
Help me stop wondering if,
There's something wrong with me,
If I'm the problem here,
Will someone hear my plea?
Help me to know that she likes me,
She didn't just want to be kind,
Help me to know, as I stand on the roof,
That this isn't a push from behind.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
