my heart is raw,
from the sadness in my heart.
My eyes are dry
from all the tears I cried.
my feelings are numb from the depression.
The light from my eyes is fading.
A blank stare is all you'll get.
And its so dark,
that The stars don't even shine no more.
The moon doesn't even illuminate the sky.
A cold blackness.
My hands are getting too clammy,
to clammy to hold onto the rope of life no more.
to keep afloat.
Weight of expectations,
weight of agony.
Does it end?
Does this cease?
I cry out desperately for help,
But everyone wants to cut the rope.
I feel Like I'm walking on a tightrope,
The ropes thin,
breaking the lifeline.