The sky is a collage of monochrome,
Every sound I make is a monotone.My feet drag along the hard concrete floor,
My eyes unseeing, not like before.My head and heart is sorely numb,
My insides slowly coming undone.I cannot fulfil any potential,
Instead I fail to complete the simplistic essential.Living is getting in the way of my life,
And I am struggling with my inner strife.I am scared of who I am becoming,
I keep moving so that I am always running.Everyday is hell and always repeating,
There are no competitors but I am competing.I am empty, no longer alive,
I don't have the energy to try to thrive.Not a care left, I am hollow,
It takes so much effort to take a bite and swallow.I'm done with it all, especially this,
I won't say goodbye or give you a kiss.I don't feel the constant pain anymore,
So don't pity me when I walk out the door.Over the cliff face,
Because life, I could no longer bare to face.
-holly boyd
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