No more tears rolling down my cheeks
Feeling lost, feeling bleak
Behind my eyes
Despair lies
To put it lightly
If I could I would fight me
Scare off the wicked
Feeling I haven’t been able to kick yet
Truth be told I can barely move
Body so weak and out of groove
I just lay here in bed with my blanket fort
Waiting for my heavenly escort
Past the point of restless mind
Hopelessly searching to never find
Anything to ignite that light
My life once so bright
Trying to find my way through it all
Never in my life have I ever felt so small
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Courtney Curran
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