10/6/18

Flashbacks, like a cold knife piercing the skin
Cutting through the memories
The pain of rembrence flowing through your body like ice water on a hot day
Anxiety pulls at you, forcing you to the mental ground of shame
Fight the tears, no one should see this

Are you really over him?
Or have you been hiding it from yourself?

Help

You can call for help,
but a select few can hear it
Only some can give a reassuring response to follow
Help is something that you need,
But don't want
You can scream, kick, and cry,
But others' ears are plugged with the headphones of an unrealistic reality
Find the ones who have their ears open to hurt

See that's the thing, you can hope for people to notice
At times you do things to try
But it's selfish
Attention everyone I have problems, open your ears and listen