A question. A beginning.

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Through my tears the world is blur
I hardly see clearly the things that need to be seen
I find myself at the lowest of my lows
I can't breathe
I can't move
I can't speak
I can't believe
I can't wait
I can't wait to die
To be rid of all the pain this world offers
The pain of losing love ones
The pain of losing happiness
The pain of losing your mind
The pain of losing
You can't seem to fathom or understand why
Why me
Why this
Just why
Questions after question you ask
And none of them ever answered
The pains worsen
The depression kills you
You find yourself drowning in just a drop of water
Not a river
Not an ocean
Just a drop of water
Something so small taking it all away from you
You start failing
You fail your classes
You fail your friends
You fail yourself
You fail life
You fail
And no matter how deeply it hurts and you think it can't get any worse
It does gets worse
Each and everyday
And you don't see a way out
And now your question is how do you stop a small drop of water from drowning you?

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Cameca 21/04/17

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