Best Crying out for help Poems

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

by Stevie Smith (see more)

shadow in my head...



Hai,jz an0ther phaze im g0ing tru,,
y do i alwys hve 2 fail n evrythng i do?

Evrythng i wntd slipz paz tru my hnds, evrythng i nided always out of my reach,,

i fil lyk a cricket jz jumping frm 0ne uncertainty 2 an0ther insnity,
evrytym falin diper n2 oblivi0n,, stultification of me,,,
restless soul i am, lost n c0nfusd always questi0ning,,


in knee-deep pain, ache n my head i knw m g0in nsane,,


close my eyes darknes envolpes me, coldnes wraps 8s arms 2 me,, a welcome relief
in a c0mforting bliss, tearz faling down my cheekz,,

cheeky smyl, br8 eyes hd bin stolen by d n8..


G0ne wat i usd 2 be, i dnt even knw me,, n0t a glimpse n0t a single
trace of myslf, of my history..

Silent cries 1derin thoughts,,help me save myself frm me,,, (see more)

Sometimes when I'm aloneI cry,Cause I am on my ownThe tears I cry are bitter and warmThey flow with life but take no form.I cry because my heart is torn.i find it difficult to carry on.If i had an ear to confinding,I would cry among my treasured friend.
but who do you know that stops that long.,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and rather pass by,
then to stop and see what makes one cry.
so painful and sad.
And sometimes......
I cry
and no one cares about why
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My emotions overflow
Into an ocean of despair
Where unknown things are roaming
In need of much repair
Im forced beneath my depth
Unheeded is my heart
An unexplored current
Swept away without a chart
Mayday mayday mayday
My hearts in desperate need
And yet again my hearts ignored
Forced alone to bleed
Shall i be forgotten
In a city beneath the sand
Or shall i rise above
Onto a thriving land
I feel like i am drowning
Flooded is my mind
Eyes are all around me
Yet to me they are but blind
How i wish to ebb and flow
A heart with no distress
But storms are brewing in this shell
And hidden in this mess
Shall they ever surface
Exposing inner faces
Or shall they be but silent
In cloudy hidden places (see more)