I hate being the one to help,
It's hard to get it for myself.
Whenever someone needs another reason to stay,
I can't repeat what I said the other day.
Giving someone help has to come from the heart,
Not the last time someone was falling apart.
My heart has the room for others who need it,
But it thinks I alone can beat it.
It is so wrong,
It's hard for me to stay this strong.
If I fell into depression’s way,
How could I ever beat this stormy day?
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryPoetry written by me !! I've been a fan of writing things like this for a few years but I've never started until April 2023. Poetry means a lot to me and it's gotten me out of dark places. I hope my poetry can help you.
