Sinking
They say I can be fixed Just later To be postponed Gone fishing But what if by the time it's ready Exercise Outdoors Music Talking Drugs Support It's already too late? I've succumbed to the darkness in my mind? I'm supposed to stay strong But it's making me weak When no one can see the depths of my brokenness because I don't let them I need help from afar But will I still by afloat by the time it gets here?
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