Reaching Out

A Slam poem

A cry for help
Is harder than a bullet
A cry for help
Is the difficult way out
A cry for help
Seems impossible when you try to reach out

But nobody is there for you
They say they want to help you
But they never do
It's like everyone is a pollatition 
And all you want to do is cast a vote
But they're all feeding you promises
And they all seem so trust worthy
And they all say they just want you to be happy

But you know the truth
You know they're all lyers
You know they wont help you
You KNOW they have their own 
Greed before your happyness

So what do you do
You don't get help
You sit there and you cry
All you want is to scream to the word
And anyone around
"You are the reason I cry at night,
You are the reason there are scars that I fight.
You are the reason it hurts to wake up,
And you are the reason my cup is filled up."
With lies and anger,
With pain and sorrow. 
This pain runs deep,
And this blood flows smooth.
They are the reason
You can't reach out.

One day there's help,
Some one you can tell
One day you feel like some one cares
And they're there just for you
But if you tell
About this secret nobody knows
If you reach out
It will remain a secret no more

Two options
Both so hard
The right way out
Is the hard way out

A cry for help
Is harder than a bullet