Ask if i'm okay.
Just ask.
Just once.
I'm begging you.
I'm pleading to you.
I'm on my knees.
Just ask if i'm alright.
If everything is okay.
Jusk ask if I need a shoulder to cry on.
I'd gladly accept.
Just ask.
Only once.
Just ask if i'm okay.
Then ask again until I say the truth.
Just ask please.
I need to tell.
I need to voice.
I must voice.
All the turmoil inside me is becoming too much to bear.
I can't live unless it's all out.
But nobody asks.
They think this is just another poem.
IT'S NOT.
Just ask.
Just once.
Ask if i'm okay.
Say you care and that you want the truth.
If I say i'm okay tell me you think i'm lying.
It will help me to start crying.
I'll cry you my sorrows.
Let my tears pool at your feet.
Then hug me and say it's okay.
Let me fight back and say no it's not.
Slap me 'till I agree.
Even though we both know.
Nothing is okay.
That the happiest man would find a fault in his life.
And want to cry his sorrows to someone who cares.
Just like I do.
Only I would cry for hours.
Because i've always known.
Some say i'm emo.
Maybe I am.
But at least I don't make show of pain.
Even when I want to.
My head hurts and my heart yells at me.
I can't do anything but wish to cry.
All I think about is crying.
But who will listen?
Not you dear reader.
For you think this is another poem.
But truly it is my death letter.
The one that will end it all.
With a simple cut.
I'll be free.
No more sorrows.
No more pain.
But everytime I bring that knife to my throat I remeber.
I remeber that I would miss the rain.
That I would miss those who at least pretend to care.
I would remeber him.
And that crying makes me feel happy even though I always cry by myself.
I'm crying right now.
Feeling the pain and hoping to be left alone.
But I want to be fussed over.
To be worried about.
But nobody does and that makes me cry.
I start to cry and then stop.
Thinking that one tear will bring more.
There's a song that I relate to.
I relate to the girl in the song.
The one who won't cry.
The one who thinks one tear will bring more.
But it never rains were I am.
When it does I get scared to go out.
Still worried that i'll be caught letting my sorrows go.
Here's the song. Stand in the Rain (By SuperChick)
My song.
The song that I relate to.
Listen well and understand my pain.
This other song that relate to.
Tells my pain.
That all that stuff about what others go through.
I go through to, but all of it.
Here it is. Hero (Also by SuperChick)
Listen to my pain.
And ask if i'm okay.
Make sure I won't kill myself.
Make sure I am still alright.
That i'm holding on.
That death has not taken my heart in it's clutches.
Please.
Ask if i'm okay.
Just ask.
Just once.
I'm begging you.
I'm pleading to you.
I'm on my knees.
Just ask if i'm alright.
If everything is okay
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