{Inability}

Thinking to myself,
I can’t.

I can’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.

I’m at my limit.
I can’t save myself.
I say that I’m tired
Sick and tired of living.

At times I want to sink into my bed
And crawl into a ball
And just die.

Death seems to be the savior.
And yet it’s not reaching out to me.

I cry for help
But nothing comes out of my mouth.

“Help me”
But no one came to my rescue.

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