this is my cry for help.
my whole life is going to hell.
i can’t do a thing right.
i sleep all day,
i’m haunted at night.
the demons of my past constantly remind me,
that i’m not ready for the world,
it’s changing.
i’m scared of the future,
but i hate where i’m at.
nobody can tell-
that i’m crumbling at best.
when i open it doesn’t go well,
i can’t take it here.
i can’t get help.
-Mia Roberts
