The ache,
The soul tearing emptiness,
The mind shaking numbness.
A pit with a rope:
All I can do is climb, try to escape.
But I always slip
I fall lower each time
I can't be far from the bottom.
Why don't I just let go.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
The ache,
The soul tearing emptiness,
The mind shaking numbness.
A pit with a rope:
All I can do is climb, try to escape.
But I always slip
I fall lower each time
I can't be far from the bottom.
Why don't I just let go.
