Complications
Someone save me,you don't know the type of monster I'm turning to be.
If only you knew...
But sadly you have no clue...
I'm so stressed out.
I'm always having some stupid doubts.
People I know are in pain,
when I see them like that... It's just too hard to explain.
I wish I could take it all away,
so they wouldn't have to wear a mask each and everyday.
I know that I can't always be a savior,
but I can't stop this helping behavior.
Is it wrong to help people if you can't even help your own self?
I'm sure that question will reveal it's own answer itself.
This reminds me of a little girl who told me the story of her life,
before she ended it all with one quick stab of the knife.
The little girl was lost and misunderstood,
but she didn't mind because didn't give up helping out the people in anyway she could.
So strong and brave,
not once in the eye of a human being did she cave.
So much passion for caring,
it was only the pain and sorrow that she wasn't sharing.
Afraid to lose control
was her number one goal.
Not once did she show a sign of pained emotion,
it was like she had drank a 'Don't Show My Real Feelings' potion.
At night she would cry all alone in her own room,
knowing that she's inching closer to her own doom.
She didn't want anyone to help her,
for the fear of a large commtion will occur.
Her parents were never there for her,
her childhood consists nothing but a bug blur.
She didn't mind though,
but there were some things that she still wanted to know.
But sadly the answers to her all her questions probably won't matter at all,
for some of the question she just couldn't recall.
She continued to live for as long as she can,
but she knew that her journey had just only began.
She helped and she cared,
and yet she was still scared.
What is she accidentally lets the thing inside her loose?
If that happens there won't need to be an excuse.
What's done is done,
it can't be undone.
As she struggled to live each and everyday,
the more her caring side would astray.
She couldn't take it anymore,
hiding her feelings was like her everyday chore.
Her whole life was a lie...
She sat on the grass and sighed as she stared at the night sky.
The knife was in her hand,
and she looked at it hoping the people would understand.
'Good Bye...'
Were the words that she last said before she cried.
She cried for a while,
but then she would smile.
She would remember all that she did,
and also all the emotions that she hid.
That same night she ended her life,
with the help of that stupid knife.
The people she helped where shocked to hear her dead,
police found her body on the grass where she greatly bled.
The people wondered why she did it,
seeing her caring nature and now seeing her dead didn't quite fit.
They didn't understand what she went through,
but sadly they didn't even have a slight clue.
Years passed and they're still not sure what her movtivation was,
and they probably will never know why...
(C) Mary Grace Danica Casiryan Anciado
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