Pain outweighs the ability to cope.
Where do I find any glimmer of hope?
Standing as I watch the world go round,
only to feel my feet sink further into the ground.
Four pairs of eyes sparkle, their smiles like mine.
Holding onto them tightly keeps me from crossing the forbidden line.
Is that enough? My demons jest...
It isn't a mater of if, but when I guess.
Yearning and hoping for a drastic change.
knowing these thoughts are dark and deranged.
It's not who I am, It is not me!
I pray I can find who I used to be.
Who is she anyway, the woman in the mirror?
The one that sheds the dark painful tear.
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