Stop before your to late
To get out of this world of hate
It will kill you before your able too
Life makes simple tasks hard such as
Tying your shoe
It doesn't stop there
You will run into people who don't care
They will pass you by without seeing the loneliness in your eyes
Sometimes pain so hard you want to pull the trigger
A pain so real your watching it grow bigger
But one day you will reach the peak
No words to speak
Your feet hanging right beneath
No one will care
No will catch you
All hope has disappeared
The people who said I will catch you when you fall
Are watching some where over there
Watching as you take one last breath
And watch you as you simply fall
1978-2014 <\3
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PoetryThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
