brittney abrams (feburary 3,1993 / new york)
Am I out of it? I doubt it, if you really think about it
Just struggling through life’s obstacles with no easy way around it.
I hit rock bottom, but i'm climbing my way to the top.
Its just my legs feel shot and I’m buried in the rocks.
I need some help, but I hate to ask, because it’s not
an easy task keeping my feelings masked
But If I asked you, would you help me?
Or would you judge me and ignore me?
I wonder If I died today, would you even feel sorry?
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