Life Like A Book

I read my life like a book,
but i cannot bear to look,
to full of misery and pain,
and nothing left to gain.

i feel constant darkness,
evil and torment,
death and decay,
no love just regret.

i’m so alone,
so afraid,
no tears left,
and no one cares.

my knees give way,
i land in more pain,
holding onto hope that is no longer there,
standing on the brink of sanity,
i beg you to pull me back,
but instead you let me fall.

by Natalie Williams

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