My Tiny Cry for Help

will nobody help me?

Help me
Free me
Save me
Believe me

I was stupid
I was naive
I was ignorant
I was everyone's pet peeve

My heart is broken
My soul is torn
My life is forgotten
My mind is worn

When the light shines
I will soon see
That all these silly poems
Don't matter at all to me

Should I listen to my friends?
They matter so much
They stay with me 'til the end
What with them being my everything and such....

Go ahead
Tear me apart
I'm already gone
I already have a broken heart

So help me please
I don't know what to do
I need at least something
That will at last make me new....

Reviews

[Little Mouse]

Agreed, nice flow! The title, description, and words make me want to answer your questions, "will nobody help me?"... to which I'm dying to answer. We can only free ourselves with help from above, self-talk is important to talk to ourselves nicely, and don't let anyone tear you apart, forgiveness is always a gift you give yourself, and you are not forgotten.
Did I help? It was worth a shot?

[Butterflymom]

Very well written piece with beautiful simplicity.

[Cassandra Holeyfield]

I love it i can so relate and its got a good flow i agree with the ppl below me love it

[Mrs. Serina Felton]

This is a really nice poem, has a great flow. Good job, you rock my socks!

[The Elder Pine]

Well done.
It sounds like a cry for help to me.
I've felt this way before, and if you keep pushing it will get better in the end.

[Duciel]

This one is well done. ^_^
It sounds so hopeless though.