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Jan 2019
Crawling down onto the ground in the dirt
Feeling low and alone
Torturing myself to the breaking point
Falling down the deep hole I dug for myself
So deep you can’t see the bottom
Crawling to the edge and looking down
Down into the hole of darkness
The darkness of the unknown
Closer and closer to the edge, I creep
Being pulled by what?
Being pushed by what?
Trying to hold on
Not knowing what to hold onto
Looking for something to hold onto
I look around and there is nothing
Now with my eyes closed tight
Scared to open them and see the darkness
Then falling into the darkness
On the edge, I’m sliding in
I can’t hold on
There’s nothing but dirt
The dirt that will bury me alive
I’m falling in, faster and faster I fall
Looking up while falling down
Seeing things get smaller and smaller
I close my eyes looking for hope
Hope that I don’t know if it is there
Will someone catch me?
Will someone hold me?
Will, I hit the bottom of this deep dark hole?
Looking for a way out, is there a bottom?
Is there a way out without hitting the bottom?
Can I keep going on like this?
Looking and waiting to hit bottom
Falling deeper and deeper into the darkness
Not knowing when it will end
Can I stop and hold onto the walls?
Slowly grabbing around me to see
What I did not see before?
There’s something there, I can feel it!
Now can I hold onto it?
Can I trust it? Is it really there?
I cry and I cry I’m so scared and alone
Fearing those feelings
Fearing the loss of control
Trying to control the loss of control
Where will it end?
Is there an end in sight?
I don’t know!
Becky
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Becky  41/F
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