SOS for the Soul

I can't do this on my own

I need someone's hand to hold

Just to know I'm not alone

And to know that someone knows

That I'm trying and I'm struggling

And I'm doing what I can,

But I can't go on much longer

Without a helping hand. No,

I'm calling out an SOS,

Calling out anyone's name,

It's insane, and my brain

Doesn't know if it can take

Any more mania,

If I don't move onto somewhere

Lithuania,

Romania, 

Dang, anywhere but here

in this insane-ia.

Cuz, if I could just stay here,

then you know that I would,

but I'm tired and I'm struggling

and I'm burning to the core

of the erosion

in my soul that's somehow leading to 

explosion

and if I don't move on soon

then the corrosion

of me, myself, and I

will get the best of me,

and I just might die.

Cuz I'm already fallin'

harder than I fell before

and I'm already dying 

in a way I can't ignore,

and the core of who I am 

is at stake, just in case

I gotta move on soon,

my heart is starting to race,

and I'm just not sure if I can

take the heat

and if I keep on burning

will they be finding me?

in all the trouble,

somehow I got buried under

all the rubble,

but I hope the search party

doesn't double

because my life should not be centered

on my troubles.

No,

It's supposed to be 'bout everybody else,

giving and loving and

sharing the wealth,

and no one's supposed to know that I'm

drowning out,

burning down,

tired now,

ready to break down

and just stop.

 

Just make it all stop.

This poem is about: 
Me

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