DON'T YOU SEE THAT IM SCREAMING AT YOU TO HELP ME? THAT MY SOUL IS ROTTING, WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING, AND ONE DAY, I WILL HAVE NOTHING LEFT? DONT YOU SEE THAT I JUST NEED SOMEONE, ANYONE, TO REACH OUT THEIR HAND AND FORCE ME TO TAKE IT? THAT I NEED GUIDANCE AND CLOSURE AND BETTER UNDERSTANDING? THAT I NEED TOUGH LOVE AND HONESTY AND, ABOVE ALL, LOYALTY? DONT YOU SEE THAT IM BURSTING AT THE SEAMS AND ONE DAY I WILL COMPLETELY UNRAVEL? THAT ONE DAY I WILL WIND UP DEAD, AND THERE WILL HAVE BEEN NO WAY FOR YOU TO STOP IT, BECAUSE WHEN I CRIED OUT FOR HELP, NO ONE ANSWERED.
Just frustrated thoughts bursting from a broken poet.