The Invisble Glass Wall Poem by Abby Keen Harris

I sit here alone and broken.
Though I ask for help no one comes.
Its like I'm behind a glass only I can see.
I scream, I pound, I fall, I cry still no one sees.
Maybe it's supposed to be like this?
Maybe I'm not meant to get help?
Maybe......I'm supposed to give up and just fade away?
I'm tempted to, Maybe I should, Maybe I need to.
It's not like any God, Goddess, or Higher power gives me signs anyways.
I feel like I'm meant to fall to my doom.
Into this dark spiraling abyss called my mind.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Nothing, All I see is a shell of my former self.
The real me shed this skin long ago and left me behind.
Left me to go insane and left me to die.
As thoughts fly through my head I wonder.
I wonder who still has hope in me?
Who still believes in me?
Who hasn't given up on me?
I start making a list, Its a small list.
I could scream my heart out.
I could punch and pound til I bleed.
But like always no one hears me.
No one hears me......Slowly dying inside.....