I Think It’s Called Help

I’m so lost in my own mind

Traversing this maze in my time

Can’t you see? No, you’re so blind

Tried calling for help, there’s a line

 

Help. Is this what you call it?

Can I get a little bit?

Does it come in a first aid kit?

Wouldn’t know, never asked for it

 

Gimme a chance, let me try

I can’t promise I won’t cry

But I need this relief, no lie

Running for years, it’s do or die

 

Been short of breath for years

In dark corners shedding my tears

Promised myself I’d never succumb to my fears

So now I’m gonna get my blue skies clear

 

 

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