You're locked inside your bubble,
shutting the world out.
I've tried to help you to no avail;
you're suffering, no doubt.
Why don't you just let me in?
Please, just let me try?
I don't know exactly what you need,
but it hurts to see you bleed.
You push family and friends away,
you tell them to just stop.
Your words still hurt,
oh they sting and they burn,
but I know this isn't the real you.
Why don't you just let me in?
Please, just let me try?
I don't know exactly what to do,
but it hurts to see you cry.
YOU ARE READING
Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
