Help.

Help.

A Poem by Tatter

Help me.

 

Please, why won't you help me? Everytime you walk away, every time you ignore me, I die. I fade. Slowly, I am disapearing, leaving this wretched, filthy world to a place of my own creation, one where everyone is accepted and everyone is loved and nobody lies and you're not in it.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Why can't you see that? Why can't you look past the stuttering, yelling crazy to the terrified, dying girl trapped within? I need you, and without you I am withering away like a lily in the desert, the sun's firey rays sucking the life right out of me.

Please, please open your window, let me in. My face is against the glass and I'm cold and it's dark and it's raining and I'm scared but you just keep pulling your curtains shut and turning up your music and won't you please let me in? I'm a prisoner in my own world and I need to get out of here but I can't and the knife is poised and ready but I just can't deal the blow that will free me forever.

Why? Why do I care so much about you? Whyohwyohwhyohwhy? IloveyouandIloveyou but you don't love me back and it hurtsandithurtsandithurts but youdon'tcareyoudon'tcareyoudon'tcare.

How can you just sit there and watch me die? Watch me scream and cry and tear my hair out in agony and despair? Is it amusing to you? Do you enjoy watching my sanity bleed away, leaving behind the empty, ruined shell of the girl I once was?

 

Please. Have mercy. Save me from myself.

© 2009 Tatter


Author's Note

Tatter
I don't even know. It's lacking something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It feels nice to get this out of my system though. Lol.

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For me, poetry has always been "getting things out"...and over the years I sometimes fear that I have lost a little of that in chasing publication and changing/honing my work so that it's what publishers are asking for. It feels good to read something a little raw, and yet still completely beautifully put together. I really enjoyed this...

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like this....sometimes we can be our own worse nightmare...or whatever..lol
Great Job

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow very sad, im sorry for your pain
did you mean to do the iloveyouandiloveyou words stuck together like that? you do it a couple of other times and i love it. its like your really screaming them out loud. Great write
-sid

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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