I’m Fine/Save Me
The Inner Battle
“I’M FINE.”
“SAVE ME.”
“I SAID I’M FINE!”
“WHY WON’T ANYONE SAVE ME?!?!”
I beg and I plead!!!
Can’t anyone see my desperate need?!?
Or, is it the case that, perhaps, I am my own worst enemy.
All I need is a 🤝helping hand.🤝 I don’t ask for anything more.
Yet, I feel as if I receive nothing...
And I feel bitter…
But, is it that I don’t receive those 🤝helping hands🤝,
or that I simply won’t receive those 🤝helping hands🤝?
And yet…
I beg and I plead!!!
Why can’t anyone see my desperate need?!?
Or, is it perhaps the case that, I am my own worst enemy.
***Who needs enemies when you have a mind that can destroy you if you allow it?***
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