The Truth

You asked me if I was fine
And I said "yes I am"
Don't mind the qoutes I send
its just nothing.

You asked if I needed help,
I almost said yes,
But I had to put my wall back again
And not accept help.

Truth is,
the messages I send
Are true and all meant

Maybe its my plea
A cry for help

Maybe secretly,
I want to be helped
So that I could stay much longer
In this planet
We call earth...

© Copyright Kaila Alapide 2007

April 29, 2007