This is a poem about wanting help and not wanting it at the same time

Help is what I long for,
Help is what I seek,
Even though it makes me feel so weak.
Problems, issues, call them what you will,
The things I desperately try to hide,
The things I bottle up inside.
What do you really know about me?
Look closer and you will see,
A troubled girl who you don’t know.
Why does no one understand?
Why don’t you feel what I feel?
The pain inside me that’s all too real.
You’ve seen the cuts on my wrist
But is there something you have missed
Dou you know why they’re there?
More importantly do you care?
My Pain worsens year after year
Why is there so much I fear?
Can you begin to understand?
I know you care, I really do
But all this pain bottled up inside
Makes me want to commit suicide.
I just can’t help the way I am
It’s in my genes
But nothing is the way it seems.
If this is the last thing I say
Before I make it all go away
I’m sorry for everything
And all the pain that I bring
And last of all
I love you all
Now farewell terrible life.

Submitted: April 14, 2009

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Beautiful! the rhythm and the stanzas... great job
so much feeling in this poem. really deep and sad.

Mon, May 11th, 2009 9:05am


Thanks I wrote this when I was pretty suicidal but in a way didn't want to die. It's one of my few poems that deliberately rhymes. I normally hate rhymes but I thought it was fitting.

Mon, May 11th, 2009 3:16am

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