Can anybody hear me
Can anybody save me from
The impending doom
I've created in my mind
Can anybody see me
Can anybody hear my cries
Tears streaming from
An issue
That no one faces
I tend to exaggerate
I hope you still love me
There're things I tend to complicate
I hope you still love me
Can anybody help me
Or am I just on my own
Because I've put myself
In a mental jail
And I hid the key so far away
From me
Or anyone else
That could help me
YOU ARE READING
How to be a Bisexual Sprout
PoetryWhy? I'm going to warn you right now. This book slowly evolves into a poetry book. Calm down. It's not gonna hurt you. Much.
