A Cry For Help

In depth of my soul

At the end of secluded hallway

There lies another me, not in peace

It breaks me

It wrecks me

I don't know how to save me

So please hold my hand

I need you near, I need you to hold me close

Keep me alive

Stop me from turning into ashes

I hate the ocean, I fear it

Pull me to the shore

Serenade me to sleep

Wake me up, push me hard

Where are you hiding

I need to know

Which door will lead me to you

The oxygen here grows thin

I'm suffocating

My time is running out

Help me get up

Help me out here

- S

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Sounds grim, eh?

No worries, I am doing great now. This is one of many poems I have written these past few years. I chose to publish this one as the first coming out from my poem collection because it holds the closest place to my heart.

Should I make a post explaining the meaning of 'A Cry For Help'? I think it would be exciting to share with you the life stories and thought processes behind it.

Thank you for reading.

Feel free to leave comment down below how you relate to this post and how I can do better :)