How far can I walk this tightrope

till I fall

upon a lifetime of broken hope

When will all of this weight

be released from my shoulders before its too late

Time is running through my fingers

like water

pouring into my past without linger

Hate eating my soul to the core creating

the void

with only but this emptiness replacing

Where is the light when depression

blinds me

brining my only joys into recession…

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