Help me!
I don't know who I've become!
I'm evil!
I'm hurting the people I love.
Who am I anymore?
Why do I poison relationships?
What have I done to deserve such a curse?!
When did all this go downhill?
Why is it that I'm noticing it now?
How do I save me?
Save me from the monster I've become?
Killing isn't the answer.
That I'm sure of.
But how do I change?
Where is my remedy?
How do I get clarity in my situation?
Do I talk this out?
Even if I don't they don't listen.
They continue with their jabber.
I mean look at me!
I'm useless.
I'm clearly crying for help.
Yet you don't see it!
The people around me don't notice it.
And I can't be bold about it.
Just look at what society has done to many others.
Other just like me.
We cry for help.
But we get none.
Trust me I've tried.
I've cried. I've searched.
I always come up empty handed.
Seems I have to help me.
No one wants to help me anyways.
They are just talk.
They won't know the real struggle.
Every one of us is different.
Don't try to help.
I'm leaving.
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Author's note :
Damn. Only one more poem to go! After that this book is completed.
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YOU ARE READING
Too soon to be sure
PoetryIt's a sequal for 'Through a broken mind'. It takes you through a path which shouldn't be followed but the going gets rough and there is too much on one's mind.
