Help Is Available

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