I often want to be saved.
From what you may ask?
I'm simply not sure.
I want to do so much more.
But I'm trapped and chained.
It's too hard to breathe.
Can you see inside walls I put up?
Or will you pass by me?
Just like everyone else.
I guess it's to be expected.
How can you help someone
When they don't help themselves?
It's hard to dig yourself out.
There is no helping hand.
I can't be pulled back to safety.
I'm being silly again of course.
It's actually pretty hypocritical.
Expecting a hand when I didn't reach out first.
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A Look Inside
PoetrySo this is actually a collection of my "poems" that I've been writing lately in a order to...express myself I guess. They'll probably mostly be about how I'm feeling and overall just "a look inside" my brain. A lot of these will likely be considered...
