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I want to recover
I don’t want to cry
I want to discover,
a face that doesn’t lie.
How do I say,
someone please help me.
How do I pray,
for god to set my soul free.
My mama don’t believe
that depressions has filled me up.
My daddy can not conceive
that its really alcohol in my coffee cup.
My brother doesn’t even know I cut,
doesn’t even care
to him I’m just a f-ucking s-lut.
My “friends” are too much to bear
they always forget about my silent plea.
God said goodbye a long time ago.
never choosing my wish to see.
I only wrote this note to show,
someone that I’m still here.
Please, I’m only asking for help.

Hayley ©