Cry for Help

by Lily   Mar 10, 2005


I am ashamed of what I am
I amaze myself and realize that the life that I live she doesn't deserve
My deepest fear is that one day she'll want to follow my footsteps
Footsteps filled with shame, guilt, embarrassment and no longer pity
Who am I?
Since when do I not feel what she has always given me-LOVE-
Drugs and escape from my mess, an open door to numbness
Trust I've turned into dust
I'm a shame to the family, the family that never existed
My heart is broken into glasses
Glasses filled with sadness, anger, depression
Let me see why I should live, take me out of the box
Don't let me fall into the whole, when will I feel trust?
Reach out a hand and I will never let go
Someone please don't let me completely die, let me survive

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