It is hard to look up.
When you are always down.
I cannot even get back up.
With this dark cloud hanging over me.
How am I supposed to believe?
When I question reality.
Standing on high.
Looking down below.
I have to wonder.
When nothing makes any sense.
I look to see.
With the grey all around me.
I just want to block everything out.
Everything is bombarding me.
Where do I go?
When there is nowhere to go.
What do I say?
When there is no one to listen.
How do I continue?
When I haven't the will.
Close my eyes.
Maybe everything will just cease.


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