I feel as if I'm sitting on the edge of an ice burg. Sitting here almost hurts as must as falling in the below freezing water. Ones just a quicker death. If I were to fall in and drown would it matter I mean the affected are little to none. Maybe if I take off my coat that would just speed things up. But if I take the clothes provided by the few who care I could slowly make it out alive. I just don't know if it's worth it any more I feel the cold touch of the ice in my heart in my head it hurts it brings back things that make me wanna push myself off the edge. But what if the future holds more.
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PoetryTake a step into the dark corners as I feel trapped and voiceless I make a change and help my self here's my story
