We Have A Voice Too

I Can't.

To sit in a class

To not like

How this feels.

Not being able to help,

All the people that need this help.

I can offer.

I stay up late,

Trying to help the poeple not harm,

Not to take those pills,

Leading to a forever sleep of darkness.

Talk to me,

I say.

I can distract you with some nosense questions.

I am not a hypocrite,

I have known what it feels like;

Self loathing,

Hating ever fiber of your being.

Wanting to drag blades across your pale skin.

Hoping all that will make you beautiful.

Taking sleeping pills,

Just to get away from the fighting.

Do I want you to do this? 

NO!

Talk to me,

I will help.

I will do whatever I can;

To make you feel happy.

You have my word.

*If you feel the need to self harm, or anything like that, love... Please, private message me. We will talk. I will help. I love you.*