coping

Everyday just alittle more gets piled on.

Everyday you slip just alittle bit more.

Closer and closer to that breaking point, that edge.

You're so deep in your hole you no longer see the light at the top,

Just the layers of what will eventually cave in on you.

alone in the dark on your hands and knees hoplessly clawing downward.

 

hoping you will reach the other side...someday