the life that I once knew has ended;
and I’m left a weak, emotional wreck.
Nothing about this has made me stronger,
I’m just that much closer to the edge.
The path that I followed was already bumpy
with its’ jagged rocks cutting at my feet.
How many times must I trip and fall down
before I just break,
lying there in defeat?
Slipping into the shadows of my mind,
where these new nightmares play a constant loop in my head.
I’m fighting and screaming my way through it
but I’m so close to giving in before the end.
There’s only so many times you can pick yourself back up
- only so much shit you can take;
before it all just gets too much to deal with
and you turn to other ways to escape.
Haven’t written anything in ages so I apologise for this poor effort.