being saved.A Poem by Sarah
I'm growing weaker. The light is fading
and darkness is taking me over. I can't stop it. Tears fall, metal slices my veins, and lies are told. Please don't judge me, for I have no other reliever. Save me from these insanities. What have I done? I can't breathe. Be my breath. Help me inhale the good and exhale the bad. Be my common sense. Keep me from dangers. Hand me a rose, not a razor. Be my sanctuary. Keep me safe from my childish fears. Hold me close to your heart and never let go. Heal my wounds. Kiss my trembling lips, wipe my tears, and whisper to make me feel safe. Hold my hand, feel the rapid waves of blood flowing through my veins. Take me for a long midnight drive and tell me your secrets. Sing me a gentle lullaby as i lay there entangled in your arms. Tell me a story about the moon, for you have saved me. © 2010 Sarah |
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Added on March 9, 2010 Last Updated on March 9, 2010 AuthorSarahAboutIm quiet, thoughtful, and i dont like expressing myself with an audience. thats why i do it through music, stories, and poetry. more..Writing
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