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by Jack   Mar 26, 2015


I feel like this in my head
I'm so done with this
All I do is lay in bed.
Laying motionless
If you walked in you'd think I was dead

That thought constantly running through my head
I think about what it'd be like
If I were dead
And my parents found me like that in my bed

I heard what you said
I just don't believe it
You say you love me
But I don't know if you to mean it

I have problems right now
It's serious
like a girl who's bulimic
I just try to hide it
so that nobody can see it

I'm just praying to God that I can beat it
I need help right now
I just want to scream it

I feel lost in the world
I just want to feel needed
It hurts that nobody can see it

I just need someone to help me
Before I stop breathing
The ones I care about
Say they care to but do they mean it?
Cause they don't do anything to stop the bleeding

It's like I don't have a meaning
or purpose on the earth
And knowing that makes it hurt so much worse

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  • 8 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    This poem has a slower pace than the first one, the rhythm makes me visualize a beaten down person, heD down, shoulders slumped, slight limp from weariness, walking down a dark alley, haunted by their misery. This is a very intense piece, you've gone very personal in this one mentioning parents, perhaps it's a strained relationship? Just in line 14, I think it should be " I don't know if you mean it" rather than " I don't know if you to mean it" other than that, I think this is an interesting piece with great potential, I can't wait to see what you'll come out with next

  • 9 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Welcome to poems-and-quotes. From this poem and the other one you posted, it sounds like you are wrestling with some pretty powerful demons. Your struggle is admirable, and it is courageous that you are willing to struggle rather than give up. I encourage you to keep searching for words to express your feelings. Over the years I have found that writing and finding words is one of the best ways to bleed off some of the pain. Don't give up, okay?

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