Impulse

I might as well leave... I’m already alone
What’s the point of staying in an empty place you call a home?
No family or friends...Just one in a crowd
Going crazy because an empty room can be so loud.
--why complain though, when silence is golden?
Even though I would love to give up I keep on holding.
Holding and holding on the one branch on the cliff
Just waiting for someone to come give me a lift.
And when I do see some.. too many pass by..
Even though they see me, no one wants to try.
That’s why I will just look to the sky and pray
Even though it’s a struggle I'll get strength through the day





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