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Raindrops on my window, footsteps in the hall; Teardrops on my paper, and holes punched in the wall. Lying on my bedroom floor the lights aren't on at all. Crawling through the darkness, I can't see wall to wall. The bed is up so high and the ladder is so tall; I think that I'll just lay here, and hope that I don't fall. Fall into a state of mind that's not so far away. Fall into the mind frame that keeps happiness at bay. The safety net of friends I have got lost amongst the fray of battles raging in my head through each and every day. I get up every morning, to don my faux facade. But outwardly it's obvious that things are not okay. I cling and try to hold on, but its all to no avail. Yes falling's unavoidable, as gravity wont fail. I toss and turn, my stomach churns; soon now I'll need a pail. My gaze draws to the window. Therein comes forth a wail. For in the windows sheen I see myself now deathly pale. Out on the ocean all alone, no one to tell my tale. Sacrilege and blasphemy are all one needs to fail. No matter how the wind blows now it will not fill my sails. I'll be herded down to hell by dogs with flames upon their tails. The air itself is stifling; It chokes one to the end. I find it overwhelming for myself I am to fend. There's others like me down here, yet a hand not one will lend. Slithering the shadows' veil a fiend with not a friend; Brooding on the thought that my demise it will attend. Pensive yet on when to strike, my heart it seeks to rend; Upon the pounce all hope is lost. There's nothing left to mend.