Three failed attempts and now…
Now I am supposed to carry on as
Though everything is right in the world,
When lets face it, nothing is.
So I am still hurting, still dead inside,
Still struggling and that goes unnoticed
Or what, I try again, this time just to
Get the help that I need, just for
The attention that I am never given.
I pick up the phone and never dial,
Over and over again, because how do
You say goodbye – I was never taught,
I never got a single goodbye,
So now I just leave, silently also.
I become unable to ask for the help
That I so desperately need,
Still empty inside, I think there
Are no words left in me,
Apart from the poetry, there is always
The poetry, so I am living and instead
Of dying, I will run far, far away from
Here and just, begin again.