CLUTCHES OF MERCY.

I intercede that you have all you need, that you never be in dire need of anyone’s hand. I pray none of us is ever desperate for help. Well, I’ll tell you what! Mercy breeds slavery, mercy brings with it disrespect. Mercy gets you underestimated and broken. When you’re stuck and almost can’t do the bare minimum for yourself that you’re enslaved to the clutches of someone’s mercy, I 0ray that you don’t hate yourself for your helplessness. I pray you don’t despise the real you full of hope. Don’t crawl in acrimony that you create a war in your head trying to save your esteem.

When you’re at the clutches of mercy being happy feels illegal and smiling feels guilty.
You’re supposed to look like your problems, to cut your skin buttressing the givers of mercy lest they withdraw mercy. So then I find no pleasure in mercy, the one thing I’d never wish on anyone is for them to be at the clutches of mercy.

The givers of mercy push your mind to the edge of doubt that you don’t know yourself anymore. You’re sired to pleasing them. You put them before you because mercy, mercy is a dept. I am indebted to anyone and everyone who’s had mercy on me and mines. The annoyance hits different when you’re off and hear an'” after all I did for you.” So yes you’re in debt. Pay the debt till you clear your name and you’re no longer obliged to being miserable for accepting or better yet seeking help. Clutched to mercy is the most painful situation to be in, you carry the lad of feeling like a burden, a beggar so long you hate your existence! You can barely eat, drink, or even breathe properly without questioning you’re existence! You hate it! At times your brain dies and for survival, you separate your heart and soul from the brain lest you die with it. I relate, it’s heavy, it’s painful it denies you appetite and you barely nap. I pray you to break free of human mercy.