poem of my life

I stare at the mounting darkness looming over me,

watching, staring, smirking,

knowing the pain it causes me,

My inner turmoil.

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Like a drowning man,

I grasp fruitlessly at a straw.

Someone save me.

Please.

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With quivering hands,

I pick up my lifeline,

Dark ink splattering across my pages,

Is this what i want to be doing for life?

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I cry in agony,

Hands slamming in frustration,

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Focus

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FOCUS

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I can do this

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Can I?