Saviour Complex Poem by Montaha Gasir

My life I throw away like it's dirt cheap.
For the sake of another, in front of a bus I'll leap.
Inconsiderate to the consequences of my actions,
My flesh for another is of the easiest transactions.
I would gladly take the trip to the flip-side,
If it to meant to my mental infliction I abide.
They applaud and call me the great saviour.
How am I so, yet with preserving mine a failure?
The emotional turmoil of putting myself first,
Leaves me deadweight, in darkness submersed.
Unable to live in peace without risking it all.
Unable to be alive, if I take the grand fall.
Everyday hoping I won't witness 'a time of need',
My inevitable doom I would sincerely like to impede.
When the time comes to carve my gravestone,
Don't let my epitaph be 'the one who gave up their own'.