The Boy Who Cried Help

Here’s a little backstory before you read this. I wrote this when I was 17 and still in high school. I was in a very dark place in my life and although I think this poem is terribly repetitive I am not going to edit any part of it. My favorite part about reading through any poems especially old ones I have written is the roughness and the sort of commentary I had over my own life in my head that I didn’t feel like I could share with anyone. So enjoy.

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