Fear To Reach Out

If hope is what you want,
you'll never find it here.
All hope here is dead and gone.
I'm only left with fear.

Fleeting images.

A floating mirage.

I can't see past the pain.
I reach for what looks like release,
but reach out only to refrain.

Distortion of what I need,
lost deep inside my mind.
I want to reach for life again,
but I am only left behind.

I once had so much to hold onto,
but now I've only got myself.
I'll hold onto me.
I'll squeeze myself to death.

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