A cry for help

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Standing on the edge, ready to fall,
hanging on to the girl I was.

Breaking myself into nothing,
to one I don't recognize,
filled with endless doubt telling me,
I am not good enough,
I am not worth it,
flawed,
broken,  
and even nothing.

There isn't anymore left to give,
I am lost in the dark, unable to move,
searching for a hand to hold,
to save me from my nightmares.

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