Help

People ask for help all the time. They ask from friends, from family, from God, and even from pets that they can't actually talk to. They want a savior. Someone to take their problems and make them nonexistent. Maybe not even that. Maybe just to make them less of a problem. Easier. That's what I want. I have thoughts. Thoughts that, if I wasn't in my right mind, would kill me. Thoughts that I can just barely handle. And I want help. I want to sit with someone and tell them absolutely everything hoping for advice or some sort of saving in return. But I know I won't get that. Partly because I have trouble trusting anyone now a days. But the main reason is I'm asking for saving from the wrong things. I'm asking for someone to save me from being my mother. From being lazy. From being angry and empty. Someone to save me from my family and my "friends." Save me from those I Love so dearly but wish would just run away. I want someone to save me from mistakes that are made or are going to be made. But that's not the saving I need. But no one can save me from that. No one can save me from myself...except me...

...And I don't think I'm the right person for the job...