dramatic ( a call for help )

*behind that tragic affair of yours, i see myself making a distance away from that horrible scene.* behind every smile i call fake, true enough, i need help. i need to get out. i am tired of screaming. i am exhausted. i am never giving up, but sometimes it is the only way i see. what i understand about the world is, they only listen and use psychology to talk me out of this but they don't UNDERSTAND, never will. as much as i am trying to walk away, i am only finding myself closer to the main idea, to the top of the bridge.