I Want To Help Poem by Nicole Gearhart

My heart on fire burns the pain of your life
The thought of what you do goes through my mind
Wish I could get rid of that ugly knife
You don't want my help though I am inclind.

It will get worse before it gets better
As I try to get help for the troubles
As you sit there you write me a letter
Oh, How I sit there and blow some bubbles.

The memories try to get themselves free
Looking at you brings them back to my mind
By doing this you will be mad at me
By doing this it will set me behind.

Your problems of your life come onto mine
I hope this poem will be a great sign.