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the ledge
The fabric of my being, slowly torn.
Struggling to hold on, to who i was. Temptation and darkness, have grabbed ahold of me. Choking and holding me down. I can't breath. drowning in a pool of mud, the person i once was. Look into my eyes, windows into the past. Feel the burning of my heart. I struggle to hold on to my sanity in a time, when the pressure is stiffeling. The abuse is tightening. caged and miles away from the light. I desperately hold on, and try to not let go of the ledge. The ledge i have barely held onto for so long. |
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