*Help*
They're trying to help.
They try to give you ways to feel better.
They don't help.
They might make it worse.
They could help you realize how bad it is.
How bad it'll get.
How mand you really are.
Then you start to think.
You think about how you hate the situation.
How much you want to leave.
but you can't.
You're stuck and it makes it even worse.
They try to help.
But they can't.
Something wrong with this poem?
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ILoveYou1234and5
I'm just here to, at the very least, be heard without having people around me giving me sympathy. Don't get to caught about what my poems mean. I don't rhyme. I don't stick to a theme. I write when I need to get something off of my chest and that's it. I don't take the time to use a type of poetry so just deal with it. These are my stories and my life.
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