My hands are trembling and the tears won't stop,
as if someone has his hands gripping upon my lungs.
There were oceans, waving through my soul that the coldness swallowed me and caged me in its depths.
And as I sink deeper down the blackness, no one's hands are reaching out for me.
I could have been lifted from this misery,
but no one. No one would care enough to hold my hands. Tightly.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
