A Timid Cry for Help

mellow, slow,
gentile and kind
sad balid 
sing to me
soft spoken 
timid and mild 
comfort me 
overwhelm 
me with your 
warm embrace
don't let me 
isolate as the 
tears dry on 
my tired face
panting quietly 
breathing 
just keep 
breathing 
move me 
with your words 
hold me with 
your arms 
cold shower 
drowns me in 
deep lonely 
sorrow 
I cannot take 
the pain 
I want to change 
some part of me 
must 
Because I cannot 
control this anymore 
I can't stop wishing 
that it will happen 
The horrid and the 
wicked, say it 
say something 
don't let her go
please, don't
let me go
 

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