When the darkness starts to seep in

Please come and save me.

No, I don’t need pretty words,

All I need are your shoulders.

 

My mind. My mind.

It’s breaking.

These thoughts. These thoughts.

They’re too bleak.

 

I know I can never expect

you to understand,

the darkness,

the morbid twists.

But,

if it’s not too much to ask,

can you be my strength?

 

When the darkness comes,

will you be my light?

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