It is so frustrating.

While i am here slowly suffocating.

Quickly getting even more bitter.

There is still time to fix this. 

There is just enough time to fix it.


Get a grip.

Put your brain in gear and shift it. 

Is there not enough time to fix this?

Maby just enough to claw back what i have lost.

Given up.Thrown away. 

Scrapping the thing's i could never say.

But alway's thought.

Eventually (still) learning to bury it deep,

would be when they decide to finally hear me,

and to read these written word's which i Could not speak.

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