My cry for help

My cry for help

I wrote down feelings

Convincing myself that

I am ok,

Truth is I’m not,

Too far from great

I wake up each day

In hopes of something more
They read and like but do they ever understand,
They relate to the idea of it

but can never comprehend,

the literacy.
Silent screams project throughout me

Onto the empty pages

Creating a cinematic story.
-SmileSick

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