Down, Down
I'm falling
Deeper into this
Pit the have built
For me
They trip on a hole
And get let down easy
My throat constantly burns
From the endless screaming
For the fear of losing
Its getting hard to
Put on a smile
As i fall through
The weeks To get up in the morning
Without my body and mind
Aching
My mind spins and pounds
With thoughts on how to
Get back up
I wouldn't ever wish this
Pain or fear on anybody
Because its a
Personal Hell
The a person doesn't
Deserve.
Copyright © Cheyenne Kay | Year Posted 2012
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