I feel as if
I'm falling
into this black pit of hell.
(Help.)
As if
I'm just barely
hopelessly holding on to the edge.
(Is someone there?)
My hands are
slipping and I cry for help
but no one's there.
(Anyone?)
Some people hear me
but they choose
to either ignore me
or push my hands away a bit
so that I'm closer to falling.
(No. Please.)
Closer to death.
And I'm just stuck there,
hanging
and waiting for someone
to finally help me up.
(Please.)
But other times I feel
as if no one will come
so I'll eventually end up falling.
And I wonder if I should just
stop waiting
and let go...
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Thoughts
PoesíaI've realized that my mind comes up with about a million thoughts and my heart a million emotions a day. So I've chosen to jot them all down here in poems or short free-style stuff. It's nothing special really, just a way for me to vent and clear my...
