Someone, Please Help Me
How
Do I rid my
Heart, my
Soul, my
Brain
Of the darkness that
Consumes it?
I scream
Out for help,
But only in
Small whispers,
In hopes that someone
Will hear me, but
They never do.
Should
I find someone,
Trust someone,
Finally speak
These words out loud?
“Yes, go ahead and do it,”
A voice says.
“But only if
You don’t want them
To stick around.”
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