Here I am.
Desperate.
Depandant,
On someone who can't,
Who can't help.
Who can barely stand,
Barely live.
We throw ourselves on each other's shoulders,
But what happens when I break?
It's there.
The cry,
For help.
When I break,
We fall together.
I am weak.
When I grab the ledge,
And reach ourt for you,
My grip is iron.
Until I falter.
Until the others make fun.
Until someone takes tbe final blow.
I want to give you another chance.
I'll throw you,
To the ledge,
With my last ounce of strength,
To help you.
And when I fall,
You'll be devastated.
But please,
Go on.
Find another hand,
Another ledge,
Another me.
So that you can go on.
You deserve it,
More than I.
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RandomA small book of pieces, that I don't knkw if they'd classify as poems. I'll write them to what I'm feeling, and they're all real. "If you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live the rest of it's life feeling stupid." Albert Einst...
