Hanging On By My Fingertips.
I am holding on by my tender fingertips.
I feel it slipping away but I cannot stop it.
I am encaged by the darkness I live in.
Our relationship is just about surviving.
I am rejecting, hurting pushing it away.
Bringing nearer the inevitable final day.
I can’t stop but can see what I am doing.
A good thing, bit by bit I am destroying.
I am craving everything that I am losing.
This is what my subconscious is choosing.
There is not a woman who is more deserving.
My demons continue, they are persevering.
She just wants to be loved, the same as me.
Just cuddled and held close and affectionately.
What\'s wrong with me, it’s not too much to ask.
For her loving me is becoming a thankless task.
I know the end is coming and not far away.
Soon she will move on to a far happier place.
It will be my stupid fault it came to an end.
Deservedly, I will be back where it all began.
Nataiella (2015).