phonecall from syria

deep breath
deep breath
and exhale.  


I tell you that I’ve been crying
that I can’t stand my brother.
I’ve been thinking about dying
but it would kill my mother.  


I say I don’t want to go to war
I’ve already got one in my brain.
things are different from before
and I’m scared of going insane.  


you talk to me,
tell me I matter and what I am worth.
you do see me,
though you’re on the other side of earth.  


you put my demons to sleep,
tell me goodnight and hang up.
but the mad hatter starts to creep,
and I get lost among the teacups.  


and that’s when I think
and think.
and sink.  


I wouldn’t be here drowning in my tears
if my father had taught me how to swim.
if he would only listen when I needed ears
I wouldn’t be tearing myself limb from limb.  


come and save me.
come and save me.
come and save me.  


deep breath
deep breath
and exhale.  

(hello?)    

[1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/75wfe8/sweet_distraction/)
[2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/75rqjp/shiver/)