Flat out on my back, face raw and red from yet another supply of an unwanted delivery of tears. I close my eyes and mutter under my breath "Someone please, please help me" but when I open my eyes again there is no hand offering to pull me onto my feet. There's just this ceiling above me and an empty room, but it can't compete with how empty I feel. The only thing I have left in me is these tears and even they have had enough and decide to leave me. I'm waiting for the hand. Will someone, anyone, please help me?
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Ryan's Poetic Collection (HEARTBREAK AND HEALING)
PoesiaA selection of poetic pieces of writing about emotions.
