A call for help

i kept my mouth Shut

when i should hAVE screaMEd for help

FoR in the past

no one has ever cOMe To save me

i HId from the oneS i call my family

wHEn i shouLd have confronted them and tried to fight back

for in the past

i could never get it out

i stayed in my home

when in reaLity i should have left for the forests

for in the past

i always ended up getting caught

all these things i should have done

but never did successfully

the stress of it building up on me

and i'm right on the brink of breaking down

my poetry is my last attempt at calling for help

and i hope someone will listen

and that the future will glisten

but nothing is for certain

and i might end up fallen