struggling
i grasp for hope
for a line to pull me out
from this pit
of despair
there are monsters
down here
they thrash at me
every day
they're all against me
i want to escape
to breathe fresh air
instead of these deadly fumes
they are killing me
slowly
i grasp for a hand
extended to help
but slip
from my own blood
on my hands
from fighting with monsters
i fall back down
into my disaster
and the cycle returns
over again
i want to be free
 
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