Day 1: To the Rescue

What a pretty pity party
with such pretty pity-people.

And my pretty party
with all these pretty people,
drives away depression
which I hardly ever had.

Whatever slip of sanity
sustained within my soul
is slowly driven out
with hugs that heal this aching heart.

The pity of these people
helps to make my hurt heart whole
as they shove their bits and pieces
into my poor heart's hole.

These lovely shapes of sentiments
do hardly fit, I will admit.
And each lovely person's little gifts
smother out the happiness
which can be so very hard to find.

What can I say?
They wish to help.

But it would help if they stopped helping
with all this help that hurts my healing
and perhaps give me the gift
of slight piece of mind.