Anyone with a child in public school.

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This is a poem that I wrote a few years back. My son was in middle school and he with drew from the family and started sitting in his room alone. Give Me Strength I have stood reluctantly, as he gasped; "Help me."He was setting in the corner crying. The years of struggling, through school, had took there toll. My heart felt like it was breaking because, I did not know how to help him. In my mind, I could see him drowning from no hope. I felt like he was drowning. Floating down, down, and down. Deeper and deeper. Waves got even bigger. His big, blue eyes calling. Arms trashing. Please, don't wait or it may be to late. My son wanted to know, what I did at home all day? He wanted me to care. Pull me up, hold me close. Tell me that you love me. Please God! Help me! To keep him from drowning. Show me what to do. There are no easy ways.