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No Mercy for Me

Screwed up.

How bad?

Bad enough

the guilt

has its own guilt complex.

What can I do?

Run and hide?

Maybe I can stop moving?

Stay so still

no one will see me.

I’ll blend in.

People will forget me.

Stop thinking about me.

I will still be there

but no longer hurting others

or letting them hurt me.

Unexpected Mercies

If not for my friends

I would lie down in a puddle.

The tears would stream

Faster than the choking sobs.

Misery would be my constant companion

Instead a smile, a hand and a warm hello.

I am stronger because of them.

I can do more because of them.

I care.

And I know they care too.