Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet, Sorrowful Poetry ❯ Help ( Chapter 31 )

Claimer: I was talking to one of my friends and they said a phrase and a poem snapped into my head. Weird?

Help

After that little mess

Which we called the end.

I could not think of where to go.

I stood in the daylight day,

Only to realize it's only raining where I am.

My feet are rooted to the ground.

The roots are stretching out

With each and every passing day.

Would someone please pass by me

Without a sideways glance and

Lend a helping hand to me?