Reaching Out for Help

People perceive wounded and hurt only if it is something they can see Vision fails them when you approach them with sickness of the mind All I need is your love and understanding before I ensure it is the end of me Exhausted from deviating myself from the path of self destruction Oh that euphoric feeling! It just lingers around to consume me I am my own victim I am told But from where I stand, don’t you see that that’s what you made me to be?

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