Everyone at some point felt they needed to be saved by a person they value so much. Once you’re okay, you would probably realize the only person you should have just cried for help is yourself, but it does not work that way. We can’t always know what to do in a crisis. I wrote this two months ago as a poem but decided to turn it into a more mainstream medium that I can hum to and touch people who aren’t accustomed to liking letters on pages.
P.S. Pardon my guitar skills. It’s in a developing stage.
Reynaldo Pagsolingan Jr.