at time i wonder who do we help. There's always a reason.
We help those in africa. poverty .. famine .. disease ..
We help those on the streets, health, money, sqaulor.
We help those who ask for it.. the ill who go to see a doctor, the girl with an eating disorder who wrote a letter to her mum, the suicide attemptee, the boy who un covered his scars
but what about those who don't ask for it ,
hidden away in the darkest corners of life,
can you see them?
the girl with the tape measure in her room , sweating away her insecurities ,
the boy in the bath with a blade , drowning out the pain,
those who are too scare to ask for help.
who are scared of the truth,
who feel unworthy
who think that they are broken , beyond repair , unable to be fixed.
can you see us ?
YOU ARE READING
Things I'll never say
Fiksi Remajamy life put into a series of poems as i struggled to voice these things.
