I can see, see clearly,
you're drowning,
you can't breathe.
You need a hand
to help you, to save you
from the darkness
that consumes you.
I can wait,
just tell me when.
I'll be there.
I'll take your hand.
Please tell me, tell me how
I can help, make you believe
you're more than
you believe you are.
And I'll make you believe,
make you see just how much
you mean to me.
I can wait,
just tell me how.
I'll do it right now.
I'll take your hand.
Take my hand. Take my heart.
Take my love and give it away
to someone who needs it more.
I'll be waiting here. Take your time.
I'll be okay. Take your time.
I'm not afraid.
When you need me, I'll be here.
I want to take your pain away.
When you're broken down in so much pain,
I will be right there to take you,
show you what you're worth.
I will save you when you need it most.
And I'll love you, tell you,
"You're not alone. You are not alone."
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
