Crawling

You assume my strenth
Is yours whenever you want.
I am not God.
I am not a hero
I can not heal your scars
And just forget my own.
I stumble.
I fall down.
I have pick myself up
Alone.

On hands and knees
Drowning in my crimson blood.
How can I help you
When I can't even stand?
Carved from stone
I must be
Cant let the world
See me shed one single tear.
I must be strong
When others fall.
But its hard to go on so long.

I've seen your pain.
I've tried to help it fade.
But when I need to clean my wounds
You deem me uncaring.
When I saved your soul
From certain death.

This is dedicated to bluhart.