Sighs To Every Person Helped

Salty water, Damp pillow sheets, Forming a sea of hands, Dirty and grimy, I could never touch. But it feels so right To wallow in My own self pity, I know its wrong, But I can not help it. And neither can people, Who cross my path, Lend a hand, Watch me drown, In that same sea. Shaking heads, Sighs of regret, Sighs of relief alike. What they don’t know is I can be helped, And who am I to tell them Their efforts are a waste? This is what I choose to be