This Help: Poem: WARNING, SAD.

*WARNING* readers who depress easily please do not read. And no, I am not talking about drugs or promoting unsafe coping. Please get help if you need it.

This Help.

You help me

But they say you're wrong

You help me forget about it all.

You make me relax like prescribed medicine, 

you help me sleep oh so peacefully.

You know you hurt me, but that's okay.

Cause without you I have anxiety.

I know you're wrong, 

But without you I have to think how to breathe.

What kind of life is that? Forgetting how to see all the beauty. Cause with this goddamn mind of mine I don't just forget to smell the roses I rush right past them. To me the roses don't even exist. That's how I work, there is always some chatter, always something going on, always something I can do better. And that is how it's always been, I hope not how it always will be, and sometimes I feel hopeless like I'll never get to see the beauty.

This poem is not about me personally, I was inspired by watching others and their life choices. Please, if you have a problem get help.