Talking Down To Me

How I feel :)

Hello

May you please stop talking down to me

I'm sorry if it inter fears with your daily plan

Of things on your to-do list

But personally I get sick of it

Sometimes I want to here something good

Sometimes I like when people are happy with me

A friendly face

I was once called

Now those words echo

In the hollow tubes between my ears

My brain cluttered with sadness

That all I can see is blood

The blood pouring from my neck

And into your hands

You push me farther down

Deeper I sink

I'm lost without the strength 

To defend myself 

I'm falling

Without the will

To keep going

Sinking into the darkness

May you please

Stop talking down to me

And try lending me a hand

To pull myself up with

One hand

Leads to your heart

One heart

Beets in your hand