The Time Will Come Poem by Kirstie Duekett

Everything is inside,
I want to leave this world and hide.

I loose count of the times I've cried,
catching up the scars I hide.

Everyone thinks it's for attention,
that towards help I show apprehension.

But I also think deeper than that,
my plans written in a descriptive format.

I do care what you all think about me,
what the coward way out would make you all see.

But the thoughts inside leave me scarred,
but ticking down is the clock to the event I have prepared.

The fear of how to say goodbye to you all,
but so you don't worry because it will be formal....