Help Poem by Amri Ramsey

Help



He doesn't reply, maybe it's his goodbye.
When he does reply, I start to cry.
It wasn't his 'bye'
There are fresh scars on his wrists
New tears gather in our eyes.
The little bit of happiness I caused wasn't enough for him
I'm not enough.
He needs help
I'll try to help.

Sunday, July 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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