It's all a mask
A simple shield
I act really and truly happy
I help people with their problems
But what about me?
Why don't I get help?
Just because I don't tell people all of my problems
And I don't flaunt my depression around
Doesn't mean I'm not just as sad as the rest of them
I want help
I need help
Otherwise I'll remain a walking travesty
And I'll never be what I know I can be
And I'll carry this piece of shit they call a heart around for the rest of my life
When I tell you about how sad I am
Or how I feel like a can't hang on anymore
Don't rant about how you're feeling the exact same way
Listen to me
And help me
While I can still be helped
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The End Of The RoadPoetry
Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...