Helping Hand
All I try to do is help,
you just stab me in the back.
After every time, I stand back up.
But….
Why….?
ALL
the
PAIN
it’s starting to hurt nonstop.
Why should I stand back up?
Are you going to knock me back
d
o
w
n
?
Why should I put myself
through that?
It is my
CHOICE!
No.
NO!
Not anymore.
I’m sorry,
but…..
I come first in my life.
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