I lost my grip again
Nails scrapping,
Further slipping the
Blackness is down below.

(Catch my hand, save me)

Do the bloody lines
On your wrists, from
My struggling against
The long fall, hurt?

(I mustn't forget to breath)

I'm losing it once more.
Will you be able
To stop me from falling
This time around?

(Keep holding on, please?)

Grasp me tightly.
Pull me against you.
Don't ever let me go,
Don't let me fall again?

06/24/2005

Posted on 06/25/2005
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