Sometimes I'm on top of the world,
Now that I have you,
But then I start, losing grip,
And not even you, can save me.
It's like a pit of blackness,
Sucking away at my soul,
I want you to be, my saving grace,
But sometimes it's not that simple.
I feel like I'm losing control,
Feel like I'm losing grip,
Feel my will to try, fading away,
Losing grip on my will to survive.
Made a promise long ago,
To never take that road again,
But sometimes I lose focus,
And suffer a whirlwind of pain.
I know that you love me,
And I love you too,
I just hope that's enough,
To help me pull through.
Angela M OBrien
09/09/11
"Tough times pass. Death is forever"
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