This life I live isn't a life at all, it feels like I do nothing but fall
Deep deep down I go, But for what do I have to show?
My insides have grown to be hollow, for my sorrows I'll have to swallow
Just come and follow, we'll take the last leap into our inevitable defeat. ~K.F
Authors note: I wrote this when I had no hope for myself. But channeling my emotions into this poem helped me realise things will get worse before they get better.
