I feel like the the cliffs in Ireland. The ones on the coast lines that are beaten by rough waves.
Instead of waves I have fear
And anxiety
Hitting me again
And again
And again.
Until I start to crumble
Letting everyone who depended on me
tumble deep down into the gray ocean below.
I am falling
And soon,
I'll drown.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
I feel like the the cliffs in Ireland. The ones on the coast lines that are beaten by rough waves.
Instead of waves I have fear
And anxiety
Hitting me again
And again
And again.
Until I start to crumble
Letting everyone who depended on me
tumble deep down into the gray ocean below.
I am falling
And soon,
I'll drown.
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