There are days in life,
When I cannot get out of bed.
There have been days for me,
Where I cry at the sight of myself.
I can't remember ever being happy,
I can't remember being okay.
I've been silent,
And have gotten nowhere.
This is me saying something.
I'm saying I need help.
I've lied about my medications.
I've lied about my cutting.
I've hidden my tears.
I've hidden my pain.
I cannot hide anymore.
I need help.
The signs are there,
Not hidden from you.
It's in the music I play,
The books I read,
And in the stories I write.
All it takes is you.
Just look at the signs I've given.
I need help.
It's okay to be hurt,
To cry,
To be broken.
I won't give up.
I will get better someday,
But for now,
Help.
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