Happy
Sad
Manic
Depressed
Extatic
Suffocated
I'm on a thin line
Between it all
Walking on a fishing line
100 miles long
Some days it's easy
And I walk in a straight line
Other days I'm hanging by a finger
My feet and hands hurt
As it continually digs into my skin
I want to let go
I want to forget the pain
And fall into nothingness
But that's suicide
I've got people who love me
Screaming my name
With their arms wide open
On the other side of the line
They feel so close
Yet they are so far
Every time I get close
The line seems to grow
And almost every day
A new knot is in the line
It digs into my bare skin
Forcing me to cry out
But no one hears me
They're screaming too loud
I bleed and cry
But it's all in vain
Because I have to keep walking
On the thin, almost invisible, line
Every day is a battle
Every day I fight a war
Against myself
Against the world
Against the Devil
Against a lot of things
All while I walk on a fishing line
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
Happy
Sad
Manic
Depressed
Extatic
Suffocated
I'm on a thin line
Between it all
Walking on a fishing line
100 miles long
Some days it's easy
And I walk in a straight line
Other days I'm hanging by a finger
My feet and hands hurt
As it continually digs into my skin
I want to let go
I want to forget the pain
And fall into nothingness
But that's suicide
I've got people who love me
Screaming my name
With their arms wide open
On the other side of the line
They feel so close
Yet they are so far
Every time I get close
The line seems to grow
And almost every day
A new knot is in the line
It digs into my bare skin
Forcing me to cry out
But no one hears me
They're screaming too loud
I bleed and cry
But it's all in vain
Because I have to keep walking
On the thin, almost invisible, line
Every day is a battle
Every day I fight a war
Against myself
Against the world
Against the Devil
Against a lot of things
All while I walk on a fishing line
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