I see you
Beyond my lucky stars
That brought us together;
You love me,
I love you,
But you...
You're not well.
Physically, you are fine, yes.
Still,
You're not well.
Is it ture?
You tried to kill yourself?
Is it true?
You've cuts on your wrists?
Is all of it true?
What can I do?
I want to help you.
How can I do that?
I've been through the very same,
And I know better than anyone-
You can't get through this alone.
Let me or someone else help you.
Get therapy,
Check into a hospital,
Something.
I'd rather be your unprofessional therapist
Then hold you, dead in my arms.
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoetryThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
