Deepening depression; Insecurity creeping close behind it.
I crawl along the floor beckoning for help please someone pick me up
lend your hand lend your ear
hear my cry s hear my please.
these words from myself, these words from them, they cripple me so.
I drag along the floor pick me up, help me up from the darkened corners of my own mind
and lift me to my feet into the light that I so dearly miss.
and I'll thank you for all this bliss.
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