Your number on the screen my hand shakes over the button,
I'll never really call you.
The email typed up my hand shakes over send,
I'll just never tell you.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs with my legs shaking as I tell myself just to climb,
But I'll never go to you.
I sit as I cry and bleed and know that all I have to do is tell you and you'll make it stop but I'll never tell you.
I can't tell you. I can't disappoint you. I am terrified of disappointing you!
So I sit. Shaking, crying, waiting, wanting, bleeding.
But I'll never let you help me.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
