What’s to become of me
Once filled with so much life
Filled with so much potential
Being able to dream
Life seems to have a funny way of working itself out
The turns it takes
The things it throws in your way
The one it can take one person to bring your life down
To hold it in the palm of their hand
To do with it as they see fit
Play around with it
Control where it goes
Then tear it to shreds
Watch it crumble on the ground
Then walking away
Leaving it lost and left with nothing
Plaguing it for all of eternity
Always being spoken down
Never once thought of something more
Never once to be believed to have much of a future
No matter how hard I push
The heavier the weight gets
The harder it is to believe
Sinking in this whole which only gets bigger
Climbing as best as I can
I still slip away
Slip away into the ever growing pit of nothing
Looking up
Watching the rain trickle upon my face
Tears fall with the rain
Realizing
There is no way out

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