You try to get me
out of this hole
You grab my hands
and try to pullYou throw down a latter
for me to climb
I assure you, I don't need it
I'll be just fineYour wasting your time
trying to get me out
You see friend, I'm stuck here
There's nothing to doubtRelease your grip
Stop holding on
I'm just dead weight
You should be goneGo be happy
Please understand
I'm telling you friend,
Let go of my hands
YOU ARE READING
Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.