Holding on ,no answers,
No healing ,just an empty hole,beneath my chest ,
No hope ,of happiness ,just want to lay my heart to rest.
A constant feeling ,that knots your stomach,
A belief that all your dreams have imploded,
A casket above ground ,
Trapped beneath the bottom ,
A zombie by heart ,by thought and by nature ,
You grasp at life’s misery ,it’s become a common ,a norm ,
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