You say you need help.
Do you really?
Outstretched hands keeps hitting us in the face.
While you continue to drown in the ocean of your mind.
The torture is skinning you alive.
But I guess you like the pain.
Your angry "I'm ok" is taken away by the wind.
How long?
The barrier that has separated us continues to impale you.
You are trying to keep us out.
Well,
You are only barracading yourself in.
We are the dogs who run for your frizby.
But you don't want to take it back.
You can't help someone
Who really don't want to help themselves.
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The Open Canvas [Poetry]
PoesíaThe canvas is now open It is saturated with the remnants of my emotions and thoughts The canvas is englufed with the flames that burns throughout my mind Leaving the ashes behind The ashes that have now been used to paint the words left unsaid Some...
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