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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Emotional · #1819472
an attempt at poetry with rhyme, about people who use you unitl there is nothing left.
A million hands reaching they pull at my heart.
I’m trying to help you, but how can I start,
When my soul is broken, my heart in reprieve,
How can I help you, when I can’t help me?

Asking quite soundly for help and advice,
I feel bad for declining, I can’t always be nice.
I want to help you sincerely I do.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I need help from you.

Selfish and greedy you pull at my seams,
“Help me I need you”, plagues all my dreams.
How am I meant to help everyone else?
When I can just barley take care of myself.

So I ask you quite nicely to just let me be,
I can’t always help you, can’t you help me?
I love you to pieces, and as soon as I may,.
I will fix all your problems, I’ll take them away

But right now I need you and none of you care.
Why is it that I must always be there?
I pick you up when you’re on the ground,
But you walk right by me when I need to be found.

Careless, frustrating, heartless and cruel,
Yet I keep on giving I must be a fool.
But I will keep helping till I have nothing left,
Perhaps then you all, will feel some regret.
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