Are You Losing Yourself
What good is my help when you can't help yourself?
Lonely, Misunderstood, Trapped, Suffocating and Despair..
Normally he is happy, trying to help others smile
Lately, he has lost all will to do such..
So every night he sits alone in his room
Full of darkness, his thoughts wonder constantly
Something filling his head with horrible lies
Somewhere along the way he began to feel himself slip
How can he grasp a hold of himself... ?
A friend who constantly is trying to help him? .. No
He is so far gone, no one can help him but no one gets that
Sometimes its better to just let it happen so that person can be happy
No... because if that person leaves.. everyone else will soon feel what he did
What if I told you, suicide can save your broken heart... but can destroy happy ones .. the hearts of the people who love you?
Would you believe me when I say, there is another life and he doesn't belong here.. because he isn't like anyone else.. he cannot fit in here.. so why stay?
All these sad thoughts, and friends telling him the words of hope and God
What if he is sick of God.. what if he never seen hope.. what if he just doesn't care anymore?
What if that release will help him, collect himself... because pieces of him are scattered everywhere... some pieces are lost..
silence... silence is always his best friend.. because silence understands... silence doesn't keep him from what he wants..
A friend can toss you a rope, but its up to you .. to not lose hope...
He chose to lose hope, he lost himself.. and it's too late to pick up the pieces..
Thoughts are works of fiction.. so what good is your help telling me there is hope when I haven't been able to find those lost pieces and pick them up Myself?
Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2015
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