because it's me

it's my demise
it's my rise

the only thing that refined
my existence; how can I be define
without the word help; of which I prescribe
to everyone that is around; anyone alive
the only way I survive
the way I strive
the way of life I am designed
everything I am behind
my mental health that has declined
and the moment has arrived
the very thing I am not deprived

of help

it's my demise
it's my rise

for everyone that falls down cries

of help

it's my demise
it's my rise
for everyone is filled with deep lies
that need help

it's my demise
it's my rise

the only reason I open my eyes
to help

it's my rise
it's my demise

it's the thing I don't deny
that I want to help; I want to try
so I help