Reality


My throat caught
Hands drop
Heart pounds
Face drowns in tears.

This world tougher
Than shedding this weight
Trying to survive
In the high life
Not my life.

I'm strained tight over
My life
One cut
Then four more
Then, after awhile
I'm on the floor.

Knocked cold
Gone soul
Goodbye sad world.

Hindsight
Provides insight
I don't want to leave
this world.

My leaving would effect others
People do care.

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