I don't help you, I hinder you
A crutch doesn't heal a broken tender
My hand you hold limits the life you can lead.
I'm not a help but a hinder.
*
But still I piece the shards, hold you together.
I must, I tell myself, I can't watch you suffer.
but like a sand castle, every breeze makes you topple
my help, my pity has turned you into a cripple.
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So I let go, turn a blind eye to your pain
though inside I'm crying out, screaming
This is good, there's bitterness in rain
*
You're going to be fine without me
You can do this on your own
I'm okay with you hating me
You have to build your own backbone
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I'm not waiting for the day that you'll thank me
That's not what this is for
This is the truest, kindest help I can give
This will last forever more.
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
That was a strict one. I liked that strictness!
So beautiful and true!