On the edge of a precipice
I hold on to the most precious
struggling to bind the pieces
it is exhausting
it is emotionally tiring.
For how long can I hold on
will I ever regain hope?
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I cling onto the edge
watching the rocks of my emotional state
fall down the cliff
splashing in the water
failing miserably to lift me up
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As the rocks fall, my pockets fill with distress
it’s time to let go they say
I can’t
I still am hopeful
but don’t be, maybe it won’t get better
I’m not strong
I’m meant to fail.
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Awake I face reality
Asleep I chase my dreams
But you can make a switch
there is hope
no there is not
I can’t put together my broken pieces anymore.
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it’s a sonet of painful tones
an emotional mountain of despair
on my shoulders
and for what?
for hope, you say
my flask has almost none.
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It’s not over
the amount is not significant
it can flourish and you can regain yourself
try, for yourself.
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Confront your reality
battle the sorrows
chase your dreams
win back your life
amend your heart
believe again.