I don’t know how to ask
For the help I desperately
need
To help me move past
the past me.

depressed Now.
Want an end of stress Now.
Need to confess How
I feel broken beyond breaking.

Fixed focus on the dark
the future stranded me in,
Devil branded with what once was’ mark.
There’s no light
if I won’t open my eyes
to see.

I’m terrified.
my Hope has
died.

Jessie Gutierrez