Treasure Island

Michael James Kennedy Findlay

(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

Crushed


The feeling of been under a pile of bricks

Like the world is falling down upon you

The feeling like you cannot handle life and cant balance

Your mind telling you that you cannot grip it

That you cannot hold up everything life has handed to you

Like life I trying to crush you and take away all you have

The feeling it is denying you the ability to hold yourself together

Do not let the weight fall, do not give in, fight it, hold it, keep it

Submitted: Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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