If I screamed at the top of my lungs
Would you hear me?
Would you acknowledge the terror at the back of my throat?
Pumping through my heart
Sending fear into my blood stream

If was drowning before you
Would you save me fro the water slowly filling up my lungs?
Would you be the hand to pull me up?
Or will you be the tide 
That pulls me under

When I’m torn down and defeated
Will you be my savior to pick me up?
And give me the strength I need
To face the world that’s constantly against me
Or will you break me down
Until I’m consumed
By the worms and insects
That roam the earth

Who will help you?
When I’m gone and pushed away 
Into the back of your mind
Where thoughts and memories hide
To later become a blur
And fade away 
Like your compassion and mercy













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