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Why does it seem,

that I'm living,

but only in someone else's dream.



I wake up everyday,

yet no matter what I do,

tomorrow seems so far away,

time is just slipping, slipping,

falling, as it passes by.



Always looking around,

somehow though, I never see,

where to go, or when to leave,

never know, how to find a purpose for me.



Everyday fades into the last,

blurring into blots of gray,

nearly the same, every fucking day,

while time slips past,

the grains falling from between,

my trembling grasp.



Trying to live, but not sure why,

knowing the reasons,

that never seem enough,

living for the tomorrows,

I'm not sure I'll see,

living this facsimile of life,

wondering how much time is left for me.



So tired of falling down,

I can still feel the bruises and blood,

as I tumble to the earth,

somewhere along the way, I ceased hoping for more,

during one of those many falls,

I found it's so much easier to crawl.



Why stand up to be knocked down,

how can I continue to try,

when it seems I'm meant to fail,

so afraid of falling anymore,

so tired of the life I keep getting denied.



It's hard to live,

when all you've done is survive,

it's so hard to begin,

when all you've seen is the end.



This heart grows heavy,

and this soul grows so tired,

somedays it's hard not to think of,

back to when I was given that choice,

of those times I came back,

when I was urged to slip away.