A Cry for Help

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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Submitted: July 12, 2018

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When people ask me how I’m doing 
I always say “I’m Fine.”
I wish I wouldn’t lie 
While looking at their eyes
I wish they’d read my pain 
And tell me “Everything will be Ok”
That I am not alone
That I won’t try to kill myself 
When I am home
My thoughts are suffocating me
Like a bag over my head
Humanity teaches us how to hate 
How to judge and hold a grudge
No one teaches when we are broken
When we feel happiness is stolen
We turn from fire to dust
And when we’re gone 
People get hurt and call us selfish 
For not giving them a sign 
Yet we shared our crying 
Every time we spoke 
Every time we wrote 
We bled with every movement
Pain was our greatest company 
People see a weak sad person 
While we are what you made of us
Broken souls 
Empty souls
Trying to fill the void
Trying to hold a grip 
Trying to survive
The horror around us 
When we try to open up 
Some people don’t believe 
They say it’s all just a bad dream
Tomorrow it will be better 
Things will get better
Though I want to be ok 
Not tomorrow, but today 
What if it’s my last day?
What if I don’t make it?
You can’t just squish something and not expect to break it 
We are fighting a war within our heads 
Our biggest weapon is to exist
Don’t tell us rough times will pass
Or to stop living on the past 
Hold our hand and listen 
for a cry of help.


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