False Help

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*Another poem I just wrote. It's quite raw, so any suggested improvements are welcome. I'll edit it some other time, once I've got a good night's rest.

You say it's for the best

This torture you impose

You mean to help me

Allow me to grow

And become independant of others

But I am tired

Exhausted

Sad

Losing hope

In this method you suggest

I am stuck

Emotionally

Physically

Mentally

You think you are helping me

Helping us

All of us

But how many of us die

Give up

Fade away

Or have broken dreams

Because we could not withstand your 'help'

Maybe that makes us weak

Makes me weak

For breaking

But I think we are strong

For having made it this far

For continuing day after day

The same routine

Nothing left to lose

The impossible the only thing to gain

You help me- us

Help us

But you torture us

Suffocate us

Drain away our life

You give us the world

But really, truly

You break our limbs

Then ask us to run

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