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Jan 2015
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.
Aerial McAdams
Written by
Aerial McAdams  25/F/Springfield, Illinois
(25/F/Springfield, Illinois)   
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