“Please help me” is uttered from my lips,
Yet deep down I know I’m my own savior,
Thus, I bite my own lips,
Blood spills as I laugh hysterically at the taught of being my own savior,
Another sob escapes from my lips.
Have I’ve gone crazy?
Am I crazy for wanting to fight against life?
Does loving the stressful life make me crazy?
It’s hurting so much to continue with this life,
This constant heartbreak is making me feel crazy.
I just want to cry and cry,
Curl up and drown in self-pity,
Feeling my heart shatter as I continue to cry,
“Why is this happening to me” is uttered in my self-pity,
Yet not ready to give up on a life that is making me cry.