Hurricane Damage

I barely survive with fools that are shallow and vain.

They rip me to pieces like the begining of a hurricane.

I stood on my faith, and it was so strong,

but now it falters, like water, and I sink where my fears belong.

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How many piecess must break off the wall,

before the damage is unbrearable, and I'm pushed to fall?

Since when I did stop looking for monsters under my bed anymore?

When I realized they were eating in my core.

~

What's become of me?This girl drowned in tears.

That craves for the joy she harboured for many years.

I pray for some help, but I'm to afraid to plead.

So I sit back in my isolation, rake my stomach and bleed.

 

Author's Note

Long time since poetry, eh?

Well, what can I say about this one? It's been a while since I've been on here, and since I've written like this. But here is my reality: I'm scared. I want help, I really do. The scars on my stomach and wrists may not show that, but I really and silently pleading. But I'm scared that I'll be turned away if I ask for help.

And honestly, I just don't want to be another problem that people have to deal with. I'm not worth people's trouble, and I hope this wasn't a total waste of time for you to read.

Anyway, sorry for any spelling or grammar error, and I hope I'll be back soon with another vent.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

HEY! Do not say that about yourself. 1. You are totally worth any one's trouble and 2. You are definitely NOT just "another problem that people have to deal with"!!! Don't be scared you'll be turned away. If you need help, ask for it! I would help you, if I could. You're a good friend, Rose Petal Winter, you truly are, and you deserve help! Everyone who needs it deserves it!