Wrote this a while ago but never got the chance to put it up so here it is.
Crawling
You assume my strenth
Is yours whenever you want.
And I am glad to give
But sometimes you ask to much
And it seems that you forget.
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 get ripped apart.
I have pick myself up
Alone.
On hands and knees I crawl
Drowning in crimson blood.
How can I offer you a hand
When I'm still weeping on the ground.
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.
Must be the rock they lean against
When things start to look down.
But its hard to go on for so long
I've seen your pain.
I've tried to help it fade.
Committed to myself to it every day.
But when I need to dress my wounds
And wash the caked on blood away
You deem me uncaring.
Even though I saved your soul
From certain death.
