Drip drop thinker

like a water drop drips into an empty cup
contemplating how long it will take to fill
before i get answers to my will
i search through a hole in my body
trying to see what's coming behind
but all i see are cloudy skies
thinking if i should say good-bye.
Tags : Life, Depression, Suicide, Blues
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