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Tomorrow is never promised, no not this time.



Holding my last breath!



It's hard to breathe.



No one hears a Sound,

No one is around

Gone like the dead.



Just a life line thin as thread.

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I sit here trying to find a way out.

I don't know who I am anymore, its like being

somethong new a big store.

I rather sit here on the floor staring at a blank

board.

Blank is what goes on in my mind.

It's like being alone and blind.

I don't know who I am anymore, its

like I'm refusing to figure a

way out.

I sit here saying to myself i don't care, i rather be alone.

I don't know if there is hope in me to be myself once agian.





But I have been here before!





Everyone has there own recovery this was mine.

Poetry

Tears



It's hard to show my tears.

If i did it would show my fears.

I have showed then many times before.



It would only make me weaker

showing my tears to four or

more.