𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔/ ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪

17. I CAN FIX HIM, BUT....

I say "I can fix him", but i think I need to be fixed first.
My heart accelerates thinking about the way my mind is always ready to burst.

I've had enough in my life and I'm praying that I would never see any more worst.
All I am asking is for him to help me learn how to trust.

I hope he won't leave me, crying while curling into a ball, making me realise "I think I'm cursed".
I wish he would sit beside me at every moment, soothing me down when I'm having another outburst.

I hope he'd know the right ways of how to collect me when I'm dispersed.
He possesses the powers of using the right words when I make my lips pursed.

And When we fight, when we argue, he'd make the situation reversed.