You are self aware that love is your way of saving a life.
Remember the ex who was suicidal Then the one with father issues The one with loneliness the size of the sky The one with a thousand scars on his arm That one who was an introvert The one who was an addict The one who had depression for breakfast And the one who loved self harm
Who saves you when realize you don't know how to love? All that was empathy All that was sympathy
All these boys you wished to save But never did All these boys you wished to save But left in the end All these boys you wished to save But killed instead.
This is not a poem in the true sense of the word, but rather expressing feelings and thoughts that haunt my head during this time of my life.. And that is the essence of poetry i believe.