Category : Poems

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Isn't it sad how people cry out for help and the tears get ignored
No one to help us find the missing pieces to the jigsaw
I need help,but no one is willing to give a hand 
When I cry out for help,I get called weak
Mental health becomes taboo to talk about 
Caged in with depression,and they don't want me to let my thoughts out 
There's a long road ahead,with no short route
I'm trapped inside these 4 walls and I can't walk out 
Tell me everything will be okay I need that lie
I need to fake positivity in my life 
I'm on my knees looking at the sky
With no one to wipe away the tears I cry 
My pen is screaming,my pens breaking 
Staring at the blade trying to fight temptation 
My demons are calling but I'm trying to keep them waiting 
If i relapse with self-harm,could u forgive me for enjoying the sensation 
3 months free from self harm,but what if I have a weak moment?
For years depression has been my opponent 
I'm fighting with all my strength,but I'm scared it's about to beat me 
Told people I'm bipolar and the chose to leave me 
Why didn't my dad want me?why wasn't I enough?
Why wasent I as important as the alcohol in hid cup?
Why did my mom choose him over me?
Why am I not worthy of a Hug?
Holding the world up had left my shoulders bruised 
My hearts broken,because it's been over used
No one cherished it,they all left it in pieces 
Now you can live my world,because that the death of my secrets 
Isn't it sad how people cry out for help and the tears get ignored 
No one will help is find the missing pieces to the jigsaw 
I need help,but no one is willing to give a hand 
When I cry out for help,I get called weak