SaVeD

My purpose 
isnt to service 
unwanted ears 
from sharing 
childhood fears 
from past years 
Its not my destiny 
to become someone 
that must share 
all the darkness 
for hopes it might 
help someone 
besides myself 
CALL ME SELFISH 
for this selfness 
i surround myself in 
i wish i could be 
more selfless 
but to imagine 
what that means 
when i was 
an acquitance of 
everyone elses needs 
but mine 
when i was a kid 
Emancipated at age 17 
runaway with 
a pregnant girlfriend 
just the icing 
on top of the cake 
of mistakes 
I wish were fake 
but are far to real 
the scars exposed 
host the bitterness 
exposed in me 
from years of 
bad habbits 
being the 
natural habitat for me 
poetry saved me 
poetry gave me 
a fighting chance 
the last dance 
before death 
was interrupted 
by words wrote 
on a bar napkin
before the rage 
took over the daze 
before the haze 
ended the self-slavery 
to mental health catastrophe 
as I gave 
my last words
meant to be written  
a second chance 
glanced at my last 
vision as I published 
a mind releasing poem 
and recieved comments 
of uplifting support 
yet another soul saved 
rEaLiTy 
kindness saves 
more than hate
COULD EVER STEAL 
Thank you greatly 
POETRY 
Im not worthy 
of your poise