If I decide to give up,
will you promise not to save me?
If you've pushed me to that point,
will you promise not to pull me away from it?
Like a piece of aluminum,
the more you bend me,
the more susceptible to breaking I become.
Each time getting closer and closer,
until one day I snap.
Any day now.
Any hour. Minute. Second.
So please, if I go one way don't bend me the other.
Hear me.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
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I hear you, Alex, but so many times we do not hear. I do like your poem, well written, and it does make me think!
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