When life becomes to much and you feel a little out of touch, can't stand on one leg without a crutch, falling with nothing to clutch.
Tie that noose ensure its not to loose, constant mental abuse feeling like you have no realistic use, stretching that neck like you're a goose.
Voices in your head creating false imagery ahead, thoughts aloof and widespread full of fear, uncertainty and dread.
Contemplating cutting a vein or jumping in front of a train the trials of life just strain, drain and drive you insane, you're unable to ascertain.
Gripping at sanity total inanity, complete with a touch of vanity this could be insanity, to many it's profanity.
Sitting on the edge ready to slip mind and heart skip, is it time to lose grip or is it just a blip; mind and soul a long lost partnership.
A.D
22.10.19
©ashadare
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