I'm just so tired of people telling me to pull myself back up while they're standing on the surface and I'm hanging off the ledge.
My arms are getting sore,
And my fingers are losing their grip,
And my back is aching,
But all this feels like nothing compared to the feeling of my lungs collapsing,
And my brain exploding with endless thoughts,
And my heart being torn out of my chest.
I'm just so **** tired of waiting for someone to help me up.
Falling doesn't seem like such a bad idea at this point.
...So what's the point of holding on when I'd rather let go?

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