Help Me Out

I'm in dire need
Of you to look the other way.
To not taunt me with your ambiance
Or burn me with your tender eyes.
I need you to cut the ties
That I am hanging on so dearly to.
Tell me I'm nothing.
Belittle me.
I’m begging you.
My grip is not weakening.
My sanity relies on you.
Please, relieve me.

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