A poem I forgot about
Saved From Myself
How often I've cried out
in silent tongue
to be saved from myself
In the middle of the night
too afraid to move
Horrified the answer may be beyond the
capability of my own two hands
so small
(no one should ever feel this alone)
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This is what i used to feel like 24/7. I'm glad most of those nites are over.
How often I've cried out
in silent tongue
to be saved from myself
In the middle of the night
too afraid to move
Horrified the answer may be beyond the
capability of my own two hands
so small
(no one should ever feel this alone)
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This is what i used to feel like 24/7. I'm glad most of those nites are over.