I have tried so hard.
Just to fall even harder.
I have reached out.
Just to grab a hold of air.
Leaving me to fall even harder still.
So here I am, right where I fell.
Flat on my face.
With the tide rising.
There's not a hope for me to have.
What chance is someone like me given?
None! Because everything's been taken from me.
I don 't know why.
Is it all my fault?
Is this my measure and lot in life?
Where is one supposed to go when in the middle
of nowhere.
Am I living or am I dead?
I just don't know any more.
Then again, did I ever?
So this is the sum of everything for me.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(14/02/2013)
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