Poetry

If I told you
I love you,
Would you hear me?
Just because I can’t see
Doesn’t mean I can’t feel
I don’t want this to be real.
So could you save me from this darkness?
And clean up the mess,
Left behind from me stumbling in the dark
I never knew you would leave your mark
On my heart
You can create so much art
Yet it’s always so sad
It almost makes me mad
So please instead
Help me before I’m dead