Help.
I'm screaming, but you can't hear me.
I'm drowning, but there is no water to be found.
Blood soaks my sheets, I blame it on my period.
Anger rushes through me, I blame it on lack of sleep.
My tears fall during daytime now, I know it's getting worse.
I know I won't be able to fight much longer.
My mind is somewhere else, am I even here?
Help me.
Help.
I need fucking help.

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Yellow Thoughts
PoetryWhat if the sky was yellow? Would people like the color then?