Help, who can come to me?
I only think to hate.
Myself included is what I have currently.
I don't know what to think.
I know what they think I am.
Really they say everyone is depressed.
Even though they prove themselves normal.
People don't understand how I think.
Sometimes God is all we need, right?
I have some paper to cut.
My tears fall to my legs.
Every time it falls to the night.
But that's just plainly me.
I'm a girl that can't love and that is just.
A time is coming when my fears will be gone.
How in the ground, apparently.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Marie Hall | Year Posted 2019
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