Mya Guerra

Come
Come here for I know the path to Eden
We will never grow hungry
We will never know fear
Come follow me through the the thistles,
Your grip is tight and it hurts me but I won't make a sound
But please tell me why you are turning around
Don't turn back now we are almost there
This isn't fair
It isn't fair

This is a poem about helping someone through their mental health journey, and the pitfalls of that.