I Wanna Get Better

Tuesday, November 30

By Lane Bashline

The world is dimly lit

As the silence encompasses my passage

The line I walk becomes blurry

 

I try to blink and water flushes down my face

As it slides down my checks

An overwhelming sadness chokes me

 

Making the road ahead scary

And my steps wobbley

Kill me, too end my suffering

For then I am free

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