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Something that puts my dilemna into words. I want to get help, but I want to remain lost. |
| I’m losing my grip, and can’t hang on much longer Everything is crashing down, and I’m trying to be stronger I feel so alone, so lost in the dark Once so close to escaping this, now so very far I try to pull myself up, but then I get pulled back down In this black abyss no peace can be found I look below, and all I see is black If I let go now, there’s no going back So I hang at the opening of the belly of the beast On my unshed tears, sorrow, and despair does it feast It is my place to hide when reality begins to crumble It protects me, shelters me, when all I can do is stumble So either I keep hanging on to the edge, my fingers tread upon, or I let go. Falling, falling.... Gone |