Originally posted on Poems of The Lost:
Seems I’ve fallen through the cracks and see the bottom of this pit for what it really is, the top of the world.
It took skill to fall, skill to wreck a life that was destined for so much, it takes skill to be the fuck up that is me..
One false move, one slip, and all my hardwork could be undone, id be right back on top again, successful and perfect, it takes skill to be me.
I’ll stay at the bottom, im invisible it seems down here, at least the Angels act like i don’t exist, they carry on with their meaningless life’s regardless..
Im here again, and this time im going to accept my fate and resign myself to an empty life wishing for a full end ..
I lay here in my melancholy waiting for a death that not only eludes me, it…
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