I'm not ok
Not even close
I want u to know
I'm not getting better
I'm getting worse
I only get more scares
And old ones won't fade
To many
Scares
Bruises
Broken pieces
Pills
To much
Blood
Tears
Sobs
Anxiety
Help
Help
I've been taking to much
And I'm not taking less
Just more
More
Pain
Hurt
Heartbreak
Scares
I'm getting worse
I say I'm fine
When people even bother to ask
But the voices in my head that aren't mind tell me other wise
I hear them screaming
Calling out for me
My own mind trying to tell others I'm not fine
I can't go on
Not like this
I need help
I want help
Can u ask for me?
Because I can't
I go to I walk up to her
But I can't
I don't know why
Can you help me please?
I need help
But I just can't ask
My parents don't believe in depression
So help
Help
Help
Help
Help
I need help
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Tales For The Broken
De TodoStory's of story's and stories telling stories about stories. This has a bunch of little stories and talks about things I believe in. I hope you find something you like I'm trying to be more Iowan to every one so I love to hear from you guys. What d...
