Ay Be Ay
It's a Dixon Ticonderoga HB#2
This pencil, still my favorite,
Still ties me back to you.
I'm so distant as of late,
In my mind, in my heart,
It seems there's too much on my plate.
I've been selfish in my time
And stingy with myself,
Thinking I'm passed my prime.
I don't know who I am
Now who you ever were
Nor who we should've been.
Anxiety is crippling me
Today is not my day again
Nor is any next day I foresee.
I'm tired of being here.
I want to, please, go home
Before home turns into fear.
Remind me who I'm not
By showing me who you are
All the demons I have fought.
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