Listen......Up......

Listen closley to me know,
I know other people know what I fell and somehow....

You can't hear me when I scream and say I need something more....
So don't tell me that I need help don't knock on my fucking door....

I'd like to tell my mother and father that I need help and all of that...
but I'm scared of what they think, they don't exactly put out a welcome matt,

You don't need to read my poems if they disturb you,
I try to not be suicidal but there are somethings that you jsut have to do.

And maybe I'm not writing poems about my own life,
I have a friend and she's tried to pick up a knife.

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i love this poem, be strong, I've been where your friend is.