Slipping Poem by Dannielle Bratt

Hours sent just trying to breath
Days spent just thinking
Years spent just hoping
A lifetime just wasted away.
My life that is
I'm left with a broken past
A hopeless heart
A useless brain
And still out of breath
So is there a reason to keep going
To keep 'pushing on'
To keep say 'A OK'
I don't see it
So if you do show it to me
Make it clear as day is from night
As easy to read as a picture book
As unmistakable as my scars
And do it soon
There is nothing left for me to grab a hold of and I'm slipping
Grab a hold of me and pull me up
I don't want it to end like this but I don't know where to grab next
Where to plant my next step
I'm losing control
And my life