Living The Past


I really need to get help, but I’m so afraid for asking it. I don’t know what to do, but I know that it can’t go on like this anymore. 


Do you ever feel like everyone is blaming you? Well fuck this, I feel this for like 2 years or more. I don’t see a solution. 


Can’t you see
The pain in my eyes?
But this is me
And my life.
If you hold me close
You can hear my heart
It cries more than most
From being torn apart.
After every breath I take,
After every fight I witness,
I ask “why must I awake?”
Will I ever conquer forgiveness?
Can you ever truly
Forgive without forgetting?
I am lonely.
My life I am abandoning.
From pain I am running.
Even though these tears are streaming
I will never look back.
All in all,
I have one question to ask.
Would you still catch me if I fall?
Maybe one day you will see.
This is how I live,
And this is me.