I made a promise. A promise that I'll always be there.
A promise that I'll save you when you try jumping off that chair.
I don't know how I missed
That you just never wanted to exist.
I always try to assist, but now I see there's cut on your wrist.
Am I doing something wrong?
Are both not strong?
I'll try my best and you'll see we BOTH can be what WE choose to be👍👍
YOU ARE READING
poem😃
PoetryI was bored and started thinking "hey let me do something with my life and type a poem" Everyone likes a good poem right?
