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Saturday, June 21, 2014

From the Depths of my Soul. . .

I don't want to be left to evil pretenses of helping hands.
I need to be comforted by those who can care to understand.
I don't want to be declared insane for their hateful gain.
I need you to soothe my wounds instead of inflicting more pain.
I don't want you to watch from a silent distance while I die.
I need you here beside me as I pray to God and cry.


 There are worse things than physical death.
I  had originally posted this poem in 2011 or 2012.

 Please help me.