I need help,
Or maybe something more like mercy.
I don’t know who can deliver it.
Maybe I can get it in a shot,
Or better still, in a pill?
I’m a pawn in my mind’s games:
Crippling anxiety and self-loathing,
Spiraling and building on its own
I don’t deserve much from this life,
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
The world spins and it will never stop.
You can’t fight yourself, even when it’s
Clear the despair is part of you.
Maybe I’ll pray,
In Hebrew, in a minyan,
Like I used to do.
Perhaps they’re right and I’m not worthy.
Doomed to die with an unheard yelp?
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