7-13-12

If someone could see into my soul,

I fear they'd see what I'm desperately trying to hide.

All the pain and helplessness I feel,

As I search to find myself in this world.

I'm trying to claw myself out of my grave,

But I only slip further from the light.

No one stops to help,

Because I do not speak.

I die a little more each day,

As I view the strangers on the street as enemies.

I must save myself,

Or be left to die.

So I hide the real me,

Behind a hard exterior.

Smothering myself,

To avoid a plea for help.