| Depression |
| I'm sitting on the edge feet dangled watching people hang, about to loose their grip and fall into the abyss. I wonder sometimes if I can help them. I try to pull her up that girl who looks so much like me. She just doesn't want to come she is consumed and so she falls. She is gone forever and I am left o look at the hole she has left. I wonder sometimes if that could be me dangling off the edge But I just sit. I can't help and I can't fall and am so forced to spend my eternity sitting on the edge feet dangled waiting untill the day I am stonge enough to walk away or let go. |
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| Updated: Dec 26 '04 |