Poetry is only the whispering of secrets usually in another language between our heart and souls that our minds cannot always understand.
Help
Help I think I need you I need your help right now I thought I could do this do this all alone all the sadness the hurt and pain is too much too much for me to take I believed I believed I would be okay but I am not that's not okay I am lost I have no idea where I am it is cold so cold in here as the darkness the darkness never lets the light come in the dark covers up my eyes it's so dark so dark I don't even know I cry I cannot see all the tears falling from my eyes I don't feel the tears falling from my eyes when I cry as the tears falling from my eyes fill the room fill the room in the dark from the darkness in the cold, I'm not okay coming from the hurt pain from the sadness of hurting all alone I think I need your help I need your help to keep from drowning from drowning in the tears falling from my eyes falling to the floor from my heart that is broken a broken heart that has been sh
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