Living or Surviving?
Living or Surviving?
Sleeping, I think I'm dreaming.
These visions are unfathomable, unthinkable.
Hear me, are you near me?
My voice is a whisper, it shakes and it quivers.
Walking, I should be running.
My legs close to breaking, nervously shaking.
Smiling, are you laughing?
It's music to plugged up ears, I'm nearly deaf, I fear.
Dying, I think I'm dying.
Breathing's my way of passing the time, 'till death I find.
Living or just surviving?
Make this time worthwhile.
Face it all with a smile.
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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