Help If You Can

I would ask you to help me up....but it's no use Lament for lost promise Lament for present self Lament for those who try to help These mirrors only tear me apart Cut into my skin,pour poison into my heart The pacts have been broken The angst has transformed Apathy is steady...I've slipped way too far The gray is everywhere-as bland as it was before Home has been lost in heart...I am seeker for the storm Clear past expectation,potential is a word May, the days be kinder to you all.... May you soar