Can't you see?A Poem by SouthernBelleIt's hiding in my mind, tellin' me to go and hide. Sayin' they'll never find, what I leave behind. This knife that cuts my wrist. The blood that pours from it. Makes me have a fit, away I drift. I was never harmless, now I go into the darkness. I killed myself, I was never a success. As I lie in that bed, almost dead, the doctors try to save me, Why won't they just let me be? Nobody could see I was depressed, I'm full of despair. Just let me die. Just let me die. I was never pretty. No special ability. Why are so many crying? What have I done? As I stand beside my grave stone, I'm still all alone. I thought this is what I needed, I wish I had never succeeded. I want to hug everyone again, I want to remain. I need help, I wish I could yelp. As I open my eyes, it was just a dream. I'm still lying in that bed, holding on to my life. I look around, I'm still alone. Nobody knows, Nobody cares. Can't you see that I'm depressed? I can't fake a smile any longer. This is my cry for help, I don't know what else to do. There's demons inside of me, their winning this battle. If I don't get help, I'll be gone forever. Please don't ignore my pleas, don't let me go. Pull me back in, before I go insane. Can't you see that I'm depressed? Can't you see I need help? Why won't you help? I can't fight this alone. Can't you see that I'm depressed? All I need is someone, someone who cares, someone to listen. Can't you see that I'm depressed? I'm slipping away, Now I'm gone, no one helped. Nobody saw I was depressed, nobody saw that I needed help. They let me go, They never helped. Can't you tell that I'm depressed? Please help. I can't fake it anymore, I'm going to snap. Can't you tell that I'm depressed? If so please help.... © 2014 SouthernBelleAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 25, 2014 Last Updated on July 25, 2014 AuthorSouthernBelleOne Horse Town, ALAboutim southern belle from a one horse town alabama, i love to sing, dance and write of course.If you want to know more about me then become one of my friends. I don't like being called kym... You can cal.. more..Writing
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