My friend Amy ultimately hoped to be free from bulemia and to help others int the future. She went to be with Jesus at 21 years of age in January of 2007. I hope her poetry will carry forth the vision she had for her life.
Help
Have I told you today
Just how much I care
That I think of you often
That this is just not fair.
What isn’t fair?
Concerned you may ask
But I’ll gladly answer that question
It’s this unfair task.
Then I look into your eyes
At your confused stare
And wonder if I should explain
Oh heavens—do I dare?
Yes indeed I shall
Whisper my little confession
I have this problem you see
I’m in the midst of an obsession.
Suddenly silence lingers
And my eyes are closed shut
I’m dying of embarrassment
Why can’t I get out of this rut?
Why was I cursed with this task
To try to get you to see
That I’m dying for your help
That I need you to notice me.
If only you could talk to me
Even when I’m not so jumpy
And realize that I need you
Whether life’s smooth of life’s bumpy.
I wish that I could trust
That you really do care
But when you act so distant
I’m left all alone, conversing with air.
Please take off the blindfold
And open your eyes
Please give me your attention
Because I’m already exhausted
From too many tries.
Yes, it’s true
I throw myself at you
I try and try
Till I’m sad and lonely with nothing
Left to do but cry.
Do you comprehend
This message that I send?
And understand the song
That my heart’s been
Singing all along?
I just really need a friend
To swing with me in the wind
To listen to me speak
When I’m on a one-way losing streak.
I hope you can be there for me
When I need you the most
Because right now
I’m hurting inside
So please, oh please help me
Defeat the innocence
Of my dear Ana’s ghost
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