Sleep Deprivation Poems

Fix them. Not me.

So this one is based off of that song. I found it and i love it and it inspired (?) me. It sucks, it's long, it's repetitive, and doesn't make sense, but it's 1am and I don't care anymore. Enjoy? Also, please. Give me feedback. I want to know how to improve. So please. Tell me how.

I sit.

And I wait.

For someone to need me.

For me to be of use.

I wait to help someone.

Be it by listening,

Offering advice,

A hug,

Or anything else.

I'll help.

It's what I do.

It makes me feel needed.

Like I have a true purpose,

Instead of just being there.

So I continue to wait.

For someone to need me.

In any way,

I'm there.

All always be there.

Sitting.

Waiting.

Wanting to help.

But who helps me?

I help others.

Others don't help me.

Why would they?

I live to help others.

Not the other way around.

I'm fine.

I don't need help.

I don't need someone to save me.

Someone else needs me to save them.

So I sit.

And I wait.

I wait for someone to need me.

For someone to call out to me.

To ask me for help.

Because that gives me a purpose.

It gives me a reason to keep on going.

I might not always be able to help.

But I'll always try.

I'll always do my best to make others happy.

Am I happy?

Who knows.

But others are happy because of me.

That's all that matters.

I don't need to be happy.

I don't need to feel joy,

I don't need to be helped.

I help others.

Others don't help me.

Why would they?

Because I look fine.

I present fine.

I present as a perfect being who helps others be perfect beings.

But no ones perfect.

But I try.

I try so hard.

And it works.

No ones sees the broken.

I don't even see the broken.

The broken is gone

Buried deep inside.

Buried in a place it can't be found.

Whether it be by me,

Or someone else.

It might surface again.

It might not.

It hasn't in years.

So who knows if it will.

I hope it doesn't.

Because then I can't help others.

I'm not fragile.

One word won't break me.

One action won't cause me to crumble.

But I'm not indestructible

I might break.

I might crack.

I might splinter.

But I try to hide that.

Because I don't live for myself.

I live for others.

I live to help.

To make others happy.

Not myself.

They are my reason to live.

The people out there who are broken.

Not the person in here.

Not me.

I can be broken.

I can be sad,

Empty,

Numb.

But not others.

Others need life.

They need joy,

Smiles,

Excitement.

I don't.

I don't need that,

I supply that.

Because I'm the fixer.

I help fix those who are broken,

Those who can't fix themselves.

And no one fixes the fixer.

No one can.

Because the fixer is broken beyond repair.

If the fixer can't fix themselves,

No one can.

And a fixer can't fix themselves,

If they are fixing others.

But others will always need them.

They will always need me.

And I'll always be there.

I never complain.

Never ignore them.

Because they need me.

And I need them.

I can help them.

I can fix them in a way I can't fix myself.

So I do.

And I will.

Forever and always.

(530 words. Wow.)