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by beyondcommonthinking

by beyondcommonthinking

Ask me how I am my response is "fine"
For every letter I strain dying inside
I look up to the sky to see a dark day
Maybe the weather is feeling the same way
A backlog of work stacked to Heaven's height
No way to positively see if I can escape my life
Where I am is the place known as a fine line
Between numbness and feeling like a spirit around floating beyond time
This is one of the times where the problems in my life don't include love
Where the pain runs everywhere and also in my heart
The gravestones of joy in my mind run a museum of modern art
The ache of living cuts me apart
Times where existing is hard
I feel as if I can look to no one to give me a kickstart
Where this life thing ruined, ripped me far to painfully to be scarred

What hope can I have that I might not draw closer to the edge ?
I have me
My own refound hope
Myself
The tug of the rescue rope
Who i have become
The new in me not revoked

I have me
In my pieces and debri
In my tattered state with my heart ready to break
I still have me
In clutch

I think of nothing more than this
Then this cliche words telling me to get up
To get strong
To hold on
To let go
To be long gone
To be the sun in the stars
To heal and love as I will always love

To break forth a new dawn for me
To truly be free
@Beyondcommonthinking