I see her,
Standing across from me,
Staring into my soul.
I hear her,
Pleading for help,
Trying to stifle the sobs.
I feel her,
Reaching out to me,
Clutching me like a life raft.
I know her,
I see her constantly,
Another soul imprisoned by themselves.
"I can't help you."
I know she's broken,
And I feel all her pain.
"No one else can help you."
It's the truth.
She's far past the edge.
"I can't help myself."
She lets it sink in.
She's giving up.
I see her,
Staring from the mirror, but
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I wrote this just now. I did write the words in the picture. I haven't slept since yesterday morning. Anyway, enjoy.
-Z
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Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
