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June 26, 2009
By Anonymous

I wait around for that small
Voice locked somewhere
Away in my head to break
Free and scold me for the
Dire thoughts darkening
Inside my brain.

To sew those ideas shut.
Store them away in a corner
Of my mind that I never
Enter. And lock the door
Tight, throwing away the
Key. Leaving no regrets
Behind.

I wait and wait…
But it never comes.
The obnoxious ticking
Of the clock in my room
Grows louder and louder,
Cutting into me deeper
And deeper. The angst
Building up inside me,
Burning.

This is it. If the desire of
My righteousness fails to
Want to help me, then it
Leaves me no other choice
Then to go through with
This. Tonight, right here.


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