Battling, Night and Day,
For my sanity
Pleading to myself, do not jump.
However, I fear I have.
Soon to hit the bottom,
In a silent rattle,
As my bones shatter.
My heart is already broken
So muted shars penetrate,
The thin layer of skin
Its reaching out,
Its fighting to be free of me,
Its wishing for its fate
Knowing I am too far down (and out)
This is its escape.

I hope it can find salvation.

08/27/2007

Posted on 08/27/2007
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