Look Not Looking

Might as well call these poems my diary exposing everything inside of me letting the universe know my inner being not caring if they stare or ain’t seeing guess I had no voice no ears to bother less choice to talk fears to others I’ve been darked by my brother and sister they’ll never be the same marks you can’t repair I darted from friends bothering sinister never be the same when barks bite bare so what am I to do write on mind gone express strong hoping to repress hurt or shout drunk stress blurt looking to impress hurt my attributes were physical now I’m going mental and going mental fast through pen and pencil should I go back to experience adherence handle fear and dance or is this a desperate last gasp grasp at crying help cus sound is drowned twisted words turn it around I’m here with problems you’re stood on separate ground I’m desperate now post it on Facebook do they look I need help you thick fook help I’m lonely on my only hermit homely going non where I’m lost help help help you read it it’s just words I need it did that thought occur I’m becoming a derr brain dead it appears steering these lines with simpleton rhymes on a constant decline til death do us part do your part save a life a mind you call me this you call me that can’t help me get out of my life I insist cus my fist can knock out get out no stay be about oh my a world of doubt have to say I've got this as I jot bits jobless God I should just be gobbie shout loud or jog as a hobby but did you get me help have you it now help oh sod it I'll top myself no pussy get help yourself get it help me thee help thee how long til these opposite voices become independent oh damn the pen went