Crisis Lines

Adult life sucks.
When you’d have the strength
to fight wrongdoers,
to keep your stance,
you’re just too busy
dealing with your traumas,
battling your demons,
feeling like the one to blame‒
every other day.
Any other day I’d write a wonder.
Not today.
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There’s no use…
misused.
I could have used
a little help.
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At times,
I can’t help but cry.
What could help but try?
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A lot more to say;
This isn’t where I end‒
only where discretion starts.
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