Thanks

Help, I scream, cry and yell.
Please, save me from this hell.
I am desperate to get out.
Is there more I can do but shout?

Now, a voice in my head.
He will save me, if I join me.
Sure, I will not be dead.
My chances otherwise are slim.

So, I am with him here.
He is unexpectedly kind.
He saved both my body and mind.
Thanks, for holding me dear.

A/N: A poem with a similar story as Save Me, only with a different rescuer.