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Drowning

Help me they’re drowning, in what they think is their own sea…

In the same boat, blind folded…They think they’re in to deep…

“Let them eat me”, they scream, “Let the Fates daughters’ scheme, let the Reaper dream.”

Now there’s too much negativity running through me. Their pain becomes my pain. I see them try to thrive, breath into life, so I claw at their eyes. Through them a mental life preserver and hope they survive, not just for their sake but for mine.

The sad thing is that sometimes they catch it, sometimes they don’t…

It’s all up to them… I extend my hand, but whether or not they take it…. It’s all up to them, though I try desperately to save them…. All my best efforts… they are meaningless if help is not desired… if help is not accepted.

But now it’s like it’s now required…I don’t want to push into their eyes…I don’t want to make them cry...

I remind myself it’s their strength, it’s there life…all I can do is offer my advice…
The question is Will they take it, or will they drown in their own despair?
Written by TheDreamDancer
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