Tipping Point
Undefeated,
Never cheated,
On my knees-and,
Still breathing,
Somethings leaking,
Barely seeing,
Fingers bleeding from,
Scratching at the ceiling.
Im trapped but,
My soul is fleeing, I
Couldnt ever go higher.
I never cheated,
But I may be a liar,
Because I'm no longer me.
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