Poems of a mended artist.

help me

I can't get out. 

I can't be free. 

This is my escape. 

Please save me. 

I can't do this anymore. 

I don't even want to die anymore. 

I want to live unafraid. 

I want to learn happiness. 

I want to know me. 

I want to be me. 

I have so many attempts. 

I need help but no one cares, no one knows. 

You see this, you read this, and think I'm making up everything. 

This is me. 

This is what I'm hiding. 

I have no will. 

I don't know myself. 

I don't want to eat. 

I don't want to have water. 

I want these headaches to go away. 

I want the pain in my heart to go away. 

You see this, you read this, and think it's a character. 

She is me, I am her. 

Him dying to his hands is my cry for help. 

Her watching herself bleed is what I dream of. 

I've wished for years to end it all and never wake up.

I see no point in staying alive, but I'm waiting for someone to give me one. 

I know I should live for me, but I don't know me. 

Neither do you. 

please help me.