thinking
i was thinking
about how low
people can get
and how low
people can feel
so that they believe
they are alone
but are really
surrounded by people
who see them
may not know them,
but willing to lend
a ear or a hand.
i then realized
that when
you delve into a hole
the further you sink
the darker it gets
and the further you sink
the farther away
reality seems.
so that in actuality,
those hurting people,
are standig in dark rooms,
blinded and confused,
they fear things
with no faces
they sit in dark busy rooms
filled with help
but they can't see them
for they have sunk
into a spiteful den
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