Why
Why, of all people, are you trying to save me?
I don't need your help; I want it.
at any time I could walk away
say goodbye
you wouldn't care
I, a small grain of sand among a million,
a billion,
will never take your notice.
You don't know me
but I know you.
I don't want your help; I need it
friends in my mind
helping not just me
don't mind me
one among millions; billions
infinitely more people better
worse off than me
help them; they deserve it
take them under your wing
light me on fire to cast me away
I'm my own trouble now
so why do I stay?
to hear your soothing voice
pull me away from the trigger.
Why, you, of all people?
leave me be.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetryhuh, surprised i am actually publishing this. a bunch of poems i write that dont rhyme or sound good or anything, so there.
