Wednesday, May 19

poem

You can not understand 
whats going inside my head
I want to save lives
that I know I can save.

Yet, you tell me its mentally ill
to try befriending a broken soul.
I'm helping what I can;
I don't waste my life away avoiding
this world full of pain!

I want to help.

Yet, all you want is to send them away
their to unhealthy to try to save;

but a life that is reaching for my helping hand,
is it not right to grab hold to it?

 I believe, 
they're hoping someone, on day will care enough
 to save them.

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