Help Me Call

SuperbloomBaby

My monster eyes are showing again
Broken smile like a scary clown
My scars are glowing red
Making me fucking scared
I don't wanna die like i died before
My good intentions is losing the war
Adapting into my own down fall
Stop ignoring my help me call

  • Author: SuperbloomBaby (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2023 11:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: I write my poems when I'm sad. When I don't wanna go on. It's a way to let out the pain. But also a cry for help in a way
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
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