Each and every time I build myself up,
I get knocked down all over again.
It's a never ending cycle.
The only difference between each time,
Is that it's getting hard to build myself.
I need help and I'm screaming for it,
But nobody comes,
I'm invisible to them.
They can't see me or hear me,
The pieces are too small,
There's too many pieces.
I need help, I need help, I need help.
But I've done you wrong,
And I don't deserve help.
But you're here anyways?
You mean the most to me,
And even when I've hurt you,
You're still here.
And that alone,
Means everything to me.
You, Mean everything to me.
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Words With No Limit
PoetryJust some of my thoughts. Some poems I've written myself. And some I've gotten from other things. Read on(: Thanks and love you guys!
