"Things are getting bad again
I've started crying myself to sleep
I'll fall apart in my bedroom
Into a crumbled heap
I can't hold it in anymore
I have to let it out
Although I cry in silence
I want to scream and shout
Somebody please help me
I can't do this anymore
I keep dying piece by piece
All shattered across the floor
There's a trail of destruction
It follows me everywhere
I'm so full of fear and fright you see
I'm like a startled hare
The twisted maze I'm in
Somebody please save me
The lights are getting dim
I think I'm nearly done now
I'm going to leave it here
I can feel death getting closer
I sense he's getting near
I died long ago
Did I really convince you I was happy
With the flowers and the bow?"
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ｎｏtｅs
I don't know. This poem [not my own] is a bit exaggerated as to how I'm feeling. I do feel like that anchor is pulling me down again... I will try to keep my head up. I also want to write more, but I don't even know how many people actually enjoy my writing.. I've just been busy. We'll see.
