Deborah Cromer - Dripping

Doom, despair, exhaustion and terrible dread
Calling me, pulling me, wanting me dead
I cannot go on, I cannot take this any longer
Only do I grow weaker always, never stronger
No help, no lending hands, hearts or prayers
Nothing but emptiness, coldness, nobody cares
My smile is charming, bright, and so full of life
Hiding thoughts of pills, guns, and the deadly knife
I want to go, so often I feel it is time
Time to leave my dark reality and finish the rhyme

Deborah Cromer

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