Slipping Away


   Slipping away, life that's what is been slipping away, as I try to grasp on to what is reality and what is not.

       Don't be sad they say life is filled with greatness if you just put your mind to it.

   My mind? How can my mind make me great if I  feel nothing but sorrows? My mind can not make me great if

my life is falling apart life sand falling through little hands that were once mine.

       Those little hands that were attached to someone so innocent at one time or another, but now where those little hands

were once so delicate and full of potential, are now full of sand that sand is depression that holds me down and entombs me deeper into

a dark state that I no longer want to be kept in.

  • Author: RebelChild17 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2017 21:35
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 26
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