Victoria Staley

I'M Needed

I don't know why I write the sad things I write.
Or the lies I tell myself.
Even my tears play a part,
In this emotional rut I call life.
Sometimes it brings me so down,
So low that I feel rooted to the ground.
It's more then paralyzing,
When the answers are just out of my reach,
Mocking me softly.

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