Save Me From Myself
Save Me from Myself
Frail, cruel, wilting, dangerous.
I am a danger to myself.
Dreadful, hateful, dead, demonic.
Only I can save myself.
I don’t know how to save myself.
I have nearly come to my death a thousand times.
I don’t want any of this to be this way.
Bringing pain among the people around me.
Nobody cares yet still I try.
I try to get them to be real.
None of them are real; they are plastic.
Their hearts are made of brutality.
This is what the world has become.
Is there a way to change this?
All the world cares about,
Is what will happen to their time.
Too much greed, too much selfishness.
Somebody take this away.
Drowning myself in too many thoughts.
All they do is drive me to insanity.
The bleeding, the screaming, the dreaming, the pain.
The drugs, the money, the alcohol, the suicide.
What has the world around me become?
Can somebody save me from myself?
Are you out there somewhere among us?
Come out; come out, where ever you are.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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