You do not make me happy
You do not make me anything
I make me
You help me keep my head up
When my insides hide in thought
You mute the drowning voices
of all I have not yet fought
You are not a cure
You are not a crutch
You are the window I leapt out of
when flames came through the door
1-800-662-HELP (4357) SAMHSA’s National Helpline
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