Needless for the needy

I stop needing time and patience a long time ago. When the war raged in my head and storms brewed strong and bitter. Ice covered my very being and words were like swallowing needles.

Stop helping me, I like the darkness and sad songs and poems.

Stop helping me, I love the way the dark surrounds me and I dont hear your voice.

But your helping is soothing and my temples can relax and my body warms up and my mind clears.

But the light feels like a breezy summers day and your voice like a soft picnic blanket.

I like how you force your help only to help me help myself to you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s