I do not want to be saved
By a boy with bags under his eyes
And prominent veins
With a smile that drains the blood from my face
I do not want to be saved
By a therapist with a beak for a nose
And glasses with fake lenses
With a bill of $100 after every session
I do not want to be saved
By a God who may not exist
And become disappointed
When it is my time to leave and there is only darkness
They
can
Help
Along
the
way
But only I can stitch up the wounds
I have opened.
You are a great writer. I don't know if I ever told you that in a comment, but you seriously are. I think you are brave to share these parts of your heart, your life, your story with us and I hope you never stop. Cuz you are honest, and real. And I really appreciate that, cuz there's a sea of people writing what they think others want to read, but really what I want to read is the truth. Cuz who cares if people see that we don't have it all together? Who does?
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