Tear stains on the sleeve of my shirt
Life never gets better, only worse
The breaths grow ragged each time it hurts
Falling farther and farther in the chasm of my curse
What happens when I reach the end?
When the excavation loses steam?
When I've lost the will to even live?
When there's nothing left but dry bones and chaffed skin?
There is no carrying on
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
The only thing we have are ragged breaths
Until we've reached the end
© Spiritual Animystical
Meaning:
I'm just trying to work through my tears.
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