Emotions: A Tiny Cry for Help.

I never wanted to be that person
The one who wanted to die
I've tried to be strong
But instead I curl up and cry

I'm dying anyway
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Inside I'm dying
Slowly but surely

I've truly tried my hardest
To get things sorted out
I'm asking for help
But it's like a whisper: not a shout

I'm dying anyway
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Inside I'm dying
Slowly but surely

What's the point anymore?
Was this all my life was meant to be?
A consuming hellhole
Filled with smothering misery?

I'm dying anyway
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Inside I'm dying
Slowly but surely

No one truly sees
My suffering is put into shade
By the greater one of a friend
While I sit and wait for aid

I'm dying anyway
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Inside I'm dying
Slowly but surely

When will it end?
Will someone help me?
Please?

The End

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