Hanging Onto The Edge. Drowning in my silence. Praying can’t get me out of this Their whispers tear through my ears. Sharp sounds slash through me. Stuck on the bottom. Too much bad blood between who I am and who I used to be. There might be a chance ...

Hanging Onto The Edge. Drowning in my silence. Praying can’t get me out of this Their whispers tear...

A poem about that moment when you’re so frustrated and tired. Show more
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