“It’s Time For Me”

Still, here I am dying and crying out
to the night.
Solitary tears dampen my face as I
stare out my bedroom window up at
the stars and the hidden moon
wishing I could be up there, too.
Now, I’m not sure if there is a God,
but I pray for him to come down
and save me.
I need him to take me into his arms
and give me the love that I need and
the strength to keep myself growing
in this world.
My soul cannot take anymore
depression and I alone cannot get it
to go away.
My mind is lost for I can barely
think of how to write this poem.
I can’t even decide how to feel and
so I just cry.
I let every emotion flow out of my
body leaving my skin swollen and my
stomach burning.
My poor heart, I feel I have done
wrong to it, somehow, some way.
I never meant for my life to be like
this: so helpless and worthless.
I tried to give it the best of love
but I chose always the wrong people.
I tried to do my best in everything
but I failed it all and there is
nothing left to do but to give up.
It doesn’t even feel wrong to say or
do that, yet, I know that it is.
Something is wrong… and it’s making
everything I do and feel wrong.
I am a child and I don’t know the
things in life that can destroy a
persons soul so I cannot keep them
away.
Whatever they are have found me and
I am fearing my every breath.
For this could be something so
powerful that it may be taking my
life without me even knowing.
I just find myself holding me tight
in the nights and begging for an
angel to come and take me away.
Everyday I keep my eyes wide open
for someone to come along and help
me put a smile on my face.
I wish I knew when I lost my smile,
or where it went and who it went
with.
It’s time for me to get it back so
I can be who I really am instead of
wanting to isolate myself from the
world.
It’s time for me to get help…

Please… HELP ME.