I'm falling, feeling, spinning,
Just out of arm's reach,
The sharp abyss seems to muffle
My frightened dismal screech.
Don't jump down for me,
I am not worthy to save,
For what else is as shallow
As my predestined grave?
Don't present me with a chance,
It is almost too late,
Please leave me with my thoughts,
I can handle fate.
Don't even try to fix me,
I am not worth your time,
The pit I am descending is
A long way back up to climb.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I'm falling, feeling, spinning,
Just out of arm's reach,
The sharp abyss seems to muffle
My frightened dismal screech.
Don't jump down for me,
I am not worthy to save,
For what else is as shallow
As my predestined grave?
Don't present me with a chance,
It is almost too late,
Please leave me with my thoughts,
I can handle fate.
Don't even try to fix me,
I am not worth your time,
The pit I am descending is
A long way back up to climb.
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