Your hands are reaching down
To pull me out of this deep hole
Why am I not taking them
Why won’t I let you help me
It’s my fault
I’m so naïve
Why won’t I listen to the screams
Why don’t I pay attention to the walls closing around me
I have to wake up
I have to start walking again
But there’s no footholds
No where to go
Just a little spot
For me to curl up
And be silent
Not listening to what’s around me
But dwelling
Stop dwelling you dumb girl
Stand up…
Grab my hand
I will help you
Just please stand up
We won’t let you here…
It’s going to be alright
All the pain will fade away
It takes time
Please,
Grab my hand
Don’t leave
It will go away
I promise…
If only the promise
Could be kept…
I wish, I wish…
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