Help is available,
Or so they say,
Before their very eyes I crumble,
My calls of distress ricochet.
Are their claims really true?
I think not,
They are just sugarcoated lies,
I\'d argue,
Hiding the sinister truth; a polished facade.
I gave so many signs ,
It was out there in the open,
It was a disguise made of glass,
You just had to recognise,
You just had to see through the illusion.
Everything went unnoticed,
I can\'t get out of bed,
I stare to long at the cutter and my wrist,
Yet I hope and I hope they notice things I left unsaid.
I cannot recognise myself most days,
I used to be so focused; I don\'t know what happened,
The only thing they notice are my mistakes,
As I watch myself get ruined.
Help is available,
But not for me,
I am left alone to cripple,
Is it poetic, my misery