I want to call out for help
Want to scream from the roof tops how much I'm in pain
Want to call onto my friends and tell them everything
But I stay quiet
When they ask how I'm doing I want to scream that the voices are taking over
I want to tell them how much I hurt
I want to tell them that I'm not ok
I want to scream
But all I can do
Is whisper I'm fine
And hope someone looks into my eyes
And knows I'm lying
And they help me
But I will never ask for it.
For the person who gives the best advice, is the person who has been through the worst.
And if they help me, I can't help them
CZYTASZ
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poezjadon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
