I'm holding on to nothing
My grip slipped from the rope
I'm forever in this dark hole i now call home.
I'm the only one who can change that.
Yet, I'm trapped by this dark mass that haunts me.
It follows me every where.
Some days it keeps its distance.
Other days it's holding me till I suffocate
The dark mass that consumed me.
Consumes many of us.
Some are stuck like me.
Others are hanging on the edge.
While others stand to help.
Some walk away.
This mass is important.
We all need to stand up and fight.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
I'm holding on to nothing
My grip slipped from the rope
I'm forever in this dark hole i now call home.
I'm the only one who can change that.
Yet, I'm trapped by this dark mass that haunts me.
It follows me every where.
Some days it keeps its distance.
Other days it's holding me till I suffocate
The dark mass that consumed me.
Consumes many of us.
Some are stuck like me.
Others are hanging on the edge.
While others stand to help.
Some walk away.
This mass is important.
We all need to stand up and fight.
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