A lament
I am exhausted
I am run down
I fight every day
To pick myself off the ground
The duvet wraps around me
In an iron grip
My legs are weak and trembling
My mind can barely think
Every day I dig deeper
Into reserves I didn’t know I had
Every day I find the motivation
To pull out this blade of sad
I can’t do this forever
I must one day see the light
I have taken so many hits
In this never-ending fight
So, I cling onto you
With the little strength that I have
Carry me over this mountain
Take me through this dark path


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