For years I was emotionally Bleeding out. I was bleeding On Those who didn’t Cut me. The Red river Just kept on Flowing. But I tried to Gasp For air In the silence. The more I Struggled alone. The more I bled. Smoking , Drinking & ***, Couldn’t Bandage The open wounds. Nothing I did for Myself worked. It started To get Cold. I was losing The only Thing Keeping me Heated. But I Also Felt The warm Embrace Of the heavens. As I drift in And out of Consciousness. I sit and Wonder Will I Be saved.