Do I
One tear, two tears more.
Each falling, reasons unsure.
Mind imaging heaven as each day passes.
Hoping to escape Hell, and my own
trespasses.
Feeling no way out of the same old
humdrum.
My heart has what it needs, so why so
lonesome?
In the quicksand of depression I am
slowly descending.
I reach out my hand, I am tired of
struggling.
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