This is a cry for help,
I don't know how to put myself back together,
I'm like a broken porcelain doll.
I have anger and rage which is uncontrollable,
Feels like I want to punch and kill people.
I'm in despair. 

Oh, how it feels so wonderful when you do so much for a person,
But they seem to let you down every time. 

Expression

I find expression with people,
Much harder than I had before,
I wonder who can I trust,
Or who will tolerate these,
Lurking, deep emotions beneath.
Day by day, less I have to converse,
As I think there's not much to my life,
Or a not much to expect,
But just in these damp, sullen,
Damned depression of mine. 

Help

We all say that we are the heroes of ourselves....
But sometimes I really do wish, deep down
That someday, some one would,
Come and find me,
Help me find my broken pieces,
And put me back together again.
Since I'm trying to recover from my great fall.