Some of them hate me,
And I get it.
I would
Hate me, too.
Some of them
Get help:
The help they do so need.
I do not like doing this to them,
I only must.
Some of them sit in
Silence.
Never telling
A single being.
They end it.
Even I
Can't watch.
Some of them
Use me,
And this
Confuses me greatly.
They use me as a
Crutch.
I try to stop them,
Show them a way to help,
But I only make it worse.
I do not like doing this to them,
I only must.
They use me
As a crutch.
I simply
Don't understand
How feeling so bad,
Can make you feel better.
Some people use me,
Ruin others in the process
Others
Who truly,
Know me
Need help
And they
Don't get help.
Because some people
Use me.
