deepundergroundpoetry.com

You Can't Help

You can't help me.
You can only stand by
as I slice my wrists.
No amount
of kissing
or touching
or fucking
can help me.
How can you love
someone so screwed up?
How do you think you can understand
what goes through my head?
I love you
Jeremy,
but if you love me
you won't
keep me here
suffering. 
Written by death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 855
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:06pm by InDreamz
POETRY
Today 3:49pm by Northern_Soul
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:18pm by Wafflenose
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:09pm by Layla
POETRY
Today 12:55pm by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:11pm by Hatful-of-Hollow