Who’s going to save me?
When I’ve crumbled saving you
You get to walk away from this
Glued back together with my efforts
My blood, my sweat and all my remaining tears
And I’m left here… Right here… Always here
Waiting for you to come back broken
You’re unable to learn partly because of me
I’m so often the one catching you before you fall
Maybe you should’ve been falling all this time
Because who’s going to save me…
When I’ve nothing left after
saving you








Loved this… great flow and authenticity…
Powerfully penned, Blue. This is a very deep write indeed my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You bring up a point that self care and mental health should also be a priority. If we don’t feed ourselves, how will we have the strength?
Brilliant work.