I think I need help
I'm all over the place.
I'm sure you can tell by the look on my face.
I can't get me straight
I'm up in a bunch.
I feel like crying
I feel like dieing.
Why is life so hard
Why doesn't anyone care?
When i'm in pain
all they do is laugh and stare.
The faces of the past hunt me still,
thats why everyday I think about pills.
I think I need help,
I know this is true.
But can anyone help me and get me through?
T.K Owens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/help-8/
