Dark Place
Dark Place
I have a home, a bed, some food, and a family...
Though not a day goes by where there is not a calamity.
Not a fight, war, or diaster occurs...
My mental state becomes a blur.
Words hurt, some more than a knife...
Words that hurt enought to lead to thoughts of ending your life.
Getting bad enough that you pray...
Though you've never beleived in God a single day.
I wish, oh how I wish I could just get out of here...
I know I'm tough but I can't help my fear
Day after day, time slowly ticks by...
Tear by tear, I can't help but cry.
Not sure what's next but it's clear to see...
I can see it in the distance, I'm almost free.
So here I wait anxiously, not sure of my next move...
I'm stuck in a place I don't consider my home, with everything to lose.
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