I am in trouble.
My heart is racing fast.
There is no hope I carry.
Not with me.
Not while the world turns on me.
I am lost.
Broken.
A rusted cog of a machine that is changing.
It discards me then moves on.
To new places?
I wonder.
All the same.
I am broken apart.
Tears overwhelm my senses.
They render me noiseless.
But I will not have your help.
Advance your pity to the grass you walk on.
Leave me be.
For my time with you has taught me,
Not to cry out.
Not to cling to you or follow you.
Even as death holds my soul so dear.
Even as I tremble.
I have learnt.
That,
Only I can save me.
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