I'm falling off a cliff.
And I'm holding onto many strings.
I have handfuls of strings.
And even more I can grab onto.
But they slowly started to skip away.
Some even before I grabbed onto them.
But it's okay
Because I still have enough to feel stable.
More are gone.
I feel uneasy.
I'm hanging onto one string.
And it's very thin.
If I fall it's going to be hard.
Hopefully someone will pull me up soon.
Because this is the last string I got.
The last string of hope.
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My Poems/Quotes
PoetrySome really bad, some a bit better. If you don't like poems...then why are you reading this? I thought the title was pretty clear. It's mainly just a teenager overthinking everything all the time. Feel free to skip if ya want. #4 #lifestuff #1 #toxi...
