Another self-loathing poetic idiot

I try to escape through words and words and&;#8230;
I can't
the truth is, You're not helping
You don't help
You don't help me at all.

I come to You for solace, for strength,
for a way out,
to forget-

but You only help me remember
You make me feel worse
the truth is, You're not helping
You don't help
You don't help me at all.

i want him to be gone
i want to not care any more
i want out

but writing piss-poor poetry
only makes me hate him more
the truth is, You're not helping
You don't help
You don't help me at all.

i try to get out, to make something
to make my pain worth something
but the God-awful, sucking, truth is
You Are Not Helping.
You're not helping me at all.
God damn it I need help.