I always find myself at the edge of the cliff.
I've never left this place.
I can't seem to.
There is no turning back.
Everyday feels like there is a knife ready to cut my neck.
Or a rope tied around my neck just waiting for me to jump off the platform.
Or a gun pointed at my head just waiting for me to pull the trigger.
Everyday feels like dying.
A never-ending death.
A never-ending pain.
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Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
