Help
My mind is constantly attempting to comprehend the utter mess in my head
But never once had it succeeded in any of its numerous attempts
And believe me when I say there were many
I have pleaded and shed tears for just one day of tranquil
Because it is always far too much for me to handle
Unfortunately, it seems as if it does not intend to give me relief
So, I have to suffer for my incompetence and stupidity
Thinking that I can fix the mess in my head and mind
And not even being capable of doing that
It puts me in a constant state of feeling overwhelmed
And wishing to exist no longer
Which deteriorates my health ever so slightly, making matters worse
And the best part? I can’t even complain to anyone
As they give me sympathetic words and promises of things getting better
Then, mocking me behind my back when they think I can’t see
Calling me weak and pathetic, among other things
But I can hear their words clear as day
Eventually, I gave up trying to seek help from anyone
I lost track of the times I asked for aid and got none
It became clear that they didn’t care, so why bother anymore?
It’s not like I care anymore
But a small part of me must want to give a damn
And finally get the help I desperately need
Because I’m requesting aid here and hoping it is heard
And maybe, just maybe, I can have my mess fixed
And finally, I can have that day of serenity
Copyright © Christopher Tran | Year Posted 2024
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