Peak
February 11, 2019
As I sit here all alone in a cold dark room with tears streaming down my face I think to myself what will it take ?
What will it take for me to be happy ?
What will it take for me to look forward to the rest of my life?
Because where I sit now it seems that this is it , this is all you’ll ever be , this is all you’ll ever accomplish... you’re at the top so maybe it’s time to jump.
Jump back down to where you belong.
Jump back down to end a chapter in your short story.
They say if it’s meant to be it will be, maybe I’m just not meant to be...
Maybe I’ve already been and it’s now time....
Time to claw my head from these sick thoughts
Release the pain that eats me from the inside
Maybe it’s time...
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