That one persons you want to save. That person who's always alone and is hurting them selves. who's afraid of everyone. you wish you could help them. that you could save them. Only you can't because that person is you. All you want is for someone to prove to you that you matter. For someone to love you. But the world doesn't work that way. Wishes and dreams are for the weak they say. I want to be weak if it means I can still wishes. If I can still dream. I'm not weak cause I have a dream. Sure I'm broken. In save able even. But weak. No I'm stronger then anyone. Cause I've been to hell and back and I'm still kicken. I want to be saved but not I I have to quit being me. I want to save you they say but telling me to change isn't saving me it's killing me more. So if you want to save me do it don't tell me to change find a way to really save me with out changing me. They say I want to save you. Well then I'm waiting.
Stop telling us to Change who we are because you know what that kills us more then what we are already feel. So fuck you. Save them if you mean to actually help them not make things worse.

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The hard truth.
PoetryJust the hard truth no one wants to admit. But I admit the truth and tell you the truth flat out no lying.