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A cry for help
If I am honest....
I don't want tomorrow to come.
Because i know it will be full of
The suffocating people.
Who never listen to me.
Rubbing on anothet fake smile.
Wondering if God listens to
My cry for help.
Theres days where that I don't
Want to wake up.
Wishing I could stay in a dream.
Where I am happy and free.
Confessing my sins.
Preying for a way out.
Feeling as if there is no
Spilling my heart onto empty
Lines trying to ease the pain.
Looking for a get out of jail
Close to giving up because
Everytime I find happiness I lose it.
Everytime I find hope it fades.
Now I no longer know what to do.
Tonight I will prey once again.
In the hope he hears my cry for help.
I am in a bit of a dark place in my head at the moment and it's feels lik poetry is the only way to set myself free of the pain
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