“I'm sorry.”
I knew what this was
Her life got hard
She believed it was done
Her hurt and sorrow
Poured into the rope
Her face looked empty
Her soul was left hallow
“I'm sorry.”
I knew what this was
A short but bitter message of love
Not an apology but a thank you at least
She knew i had helped her
But i guess not enough
So i dialed her number
It rang and it rang
Wrote repetitive texts
Saying Please. Just. Stay
I knew what to tell her
I had been there before
In the grip of the devil
Convinced there's no more
No more but the hurt
The pain and the grief
It feels like you're falling
Like a leaf from a tree
“How can you win?
Mind vs me”
But i've been through the darkness
Now i need her with me
I reach out my hand
Extended beyond reach
I hope that she trusts me
And believes my whole speech
I dialed her number
Then heard her voice
A solemn cry
Cry for help
Cry for help
cry for comfort
Cry for the reassurance
that she wouldn't always hurt
But behind all the words
Was only a girl
A girl whos hopeless
and a girl who's scared
So as she walked to the closet
I begged her to listen
To listen to my words
I told her the value she brought to world
I told her she's loved
Cherished and enough
Everything i needed to know
When my life was once rough
I stopped her from finishing
But did not save her enough
Because the reasons and pain
Still burdened her heart
So she cried and cried and gasped for air
But no, that didn't matter
Because she is still here
Now when i look at a person
i don't see their face
I see a task and also a race
I check for signs, tears, or marks
Another person to help
Another puzzle to solve
God forbid their hurting
I have a new role to play
I become the therapist
Or the only help you need
So if you ask me why i take on the hurt
Ill say its because of each end on the phone
My friend found her reasons
Reasons to stay
But i was left with a dent
On my heart and my brain
And if you ask for a pro
I could list at least one
I get to tell you a story
About me and my savoir
You can take all your hurt
Questions and pain
Lay it at the feet of someone
Who rose from a grave
God has strength
Answers and help
You might ask me how
I'll tell you to pray
Someone once said
“But kate you still struggle”
I say its okay
To cry and to wonder
But the beauty of this
Is that your not alone
You always have your father
With a kingdom, son, and throne