My heart is broken.

My heart is bleeding.

I think I need stitches.

Somebody help me.

My mind is twisted.

My mind needs to be set free.

My mind won't shut off.

Somebody help me.

My soul is old, that's not a bad thing.

My soul is not what it used to be.

My soul is damaged.

Somebody help me.

I am not okay.

Somebody help me.

C.V.

a/n: THERE IS A STORY THAT GOES WITH THIS POEM because who doesn't like stories? So i wrote this in sixth grade for an english project when I was twelve and I had to recite it to the class and everyone got freaked out and so my teacher made me go to the guidance counselor and called my mom and suggested three different therapists because they wanted me to get help. Twelve year old me just had a really dark mind idk I don't even remember writing this. I found it in my room and my mom was like 'That's when your middle school gave me business cards to therapists' and idk i just thought i would share this story because it has to do with the poem ya know. Even though there really is no point to the story oh well. okay bye now (: