Help.A Poem by TatterHelp 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 TatterAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 23, 2009 Last Updated on November 29, 2009 AuthorTatterSafe and Hiding in My Own Little WorldAboutHey. My name's Tatter. Nice to meet ya. Honestly, I'm nothing special. I'm fourteen years old and have been playing the french horn since I was ten, and the trumpet for two years before that. Mu.. more..Writing
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