Plea to See

This isn't a cry for help,

It's a plea to see.

I can't take it anymore,

All the stress and anxiety.

Its like my worlds falling apart,

Guess it has been from the start.

I try to open up,

I try to make you hear me.

Sometimes I kinda fear me,

Thoughts go through me head,

Makes it hard to go to bed,

So I stay up thinking.

It's starting to feel like things are shrinking.

What if this isn't how things should be?

What if I could be a better me?

Maybe I can just break out of my shell,

Maybe then I wont feel like hell.

I'll go to bed and wake up new.

I'll try to be sweet and happy.

Then all the fighting will stop,

I won't have to say it's my fault.

Time to place myself in a ball,

Hide myself behind a wall.

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