This is the second poem that I was talking about..once again please dont be offended by this its just my life..
Give Me Help:
Each day I sit here depressed
The urge to cut
Is still not at rest
I begin to wonder
if my life is set in hell
can you please help me
will you tell?
This is not a secret
it is something in regret
I feel like I have failed
what do I get?
a slap in the face and a punch in the ribs
will not give me those wonderful days
that you all seem to forget
when I fight my way out
of this mental illness
I will find others to help
not like what you did
thanks for the bruise
it has healed with a little booze
this pain is not erasable
it is only dead to you
do you think it is good?
2007-04-08
13:19:53
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I understand what you are saying Little Miss Laci Pants and I am getting help right now. not by a proffessional but by a great friend. she helps me through everything but thank you for you concern
2007-04-08
13:48:46 ·
update #1
Neb.A - actually that wasnt sarcasm. someone pinched me so hard that i got a bruise and a couple of hours later I drank a lot. not a good idea but thank you for your answer..and little miss laci was someone else not a part of my poem =]
2007-04-09
03:58:10 ·
update #2