I need help,
From someone near,
Can't you see,
I'm dying here?
I'm all alone,
Yet surrounded by many,
Out of them all,
I won't get help from any.
I'm drowning in thoghts,
That want me dead,
But something is stopping.
Me instead.
I need help,
From someone near,
Can't you see,
I'm dying here?
What is there to live for,
In this world so dark,
So many things to fear,
Like being hunted by a shark.
They come without warning,
So quiet and stealthy,
But just one bite,
Is more than deathly.
I need help,
From someone near,
Can't you see,
That I'm dying here?
Am i that good an actor,
To hide it so well,
Who makes it seem,
All is swell?
Please help me,
That's all i beg
As blood drips down,
My cut leg.
I need help,
From someone near,
Can't you see,
That I'm dying here?
The Shark of Society,
Grabbed hold of my life,
And with one big bite,
I was dead holding the knife.
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112