I don’t actually know when i hit rock bottom
i do know as the days go by
it seems that i hit it more often
it hits like the pit in my stomach
the clog of my throat
no blood pressure passing through my heart
the lost of life
I feels like pieces are ready to explode
grasping at air
Talking about suppressing
i find my therapy stressing, unrelenting, depressing
anxiety fleshing a quandary
i don’t even know if I’m dying
i never let things take me to an edge
a duck in water with every and all things
let it all run off my back
we can’t afford the extra weight
the hate, the despair
let it all become displaced 
but
no traveling, at this point 
nothing can’t take me somewhere
i’m trying to get far away
From this place that leads nowhere…

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