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How does it feel to be falling Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss? Never ending, Rarely slowing, Always lengthening On the sides are ropes, Belts, Even scarves to help me get out The cruelest way is people They hold their hands out, Ready to be grabbed The moment you're ready for their help They withdraw their hand, Never to be seen again Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss This hole with an absence of color is my life I have been consumed and trapped Sometimes I look at the walls There's sometimes helpful items But others I just cant figure out Guns? Knives? Even broken glass, I wonder why Could I be arming myself for something? Perhaps the war on my sanity I looked into the glass and saw someone I did not recognize it as me I saw a smile stretched across my lips It even showed in my eyes I gripped the image tight in my hands The glass only broke more It shredded parts of my hand Bleeding, I continued falling Into the deep, deep, deep Dark abyss Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves Perhaps if I get sick Why else would I need them? Light? I see something shining At the bottom I drop the glass I take one last look at the guns Scarves Belts Glass Ropes Pills People I have become the image Happy, smiling, grateful I take one last look at the darkness above me I plunge into the light
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Abyss
How does it feel to be falling Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss? Never ending, Rarely slowing, Always lengthening On the sides are ropes, Belts, Even scarves to help me get out The cruelest way is people They hold their hands out, Ready to be grabbed The moment you're ready for their help They withdraw their hand, Never to be seen again Down, down, down Into the deep dark abyss This hole with an absence of color is my life I have been consumed and trapped Sometimes I look at the walls There's sometimes helpful items But others I just cant figure out Guns? Knives? Even broken glass, I wonder why Could I be arming myself for something? Perhaps the war on my sanity I looked into the glass and saw someone I did not recognize it as me I saw a smile stretched across my lips It even showed in my eyes I gripped the image tight in my hands The glass only broke more It shredded parts of my hand Bleeding, I continued falling Into the deep, deep, deep Dark abyss Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves Perhaps if I get sick Why else would I need them? Light? I see something shining At the bottom I drop the glass I take one last look at the guns Scarves Belts Glass Ropes Pills People I have become the image Happy, smiling, grateful I take one last look at the darkness above me I plunge into the light
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
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