SLIPPING

Written by MONIQUE DOUCETTE

Sadly slipping lower than I've ever wanted to go. Slowly falling, twisting, turning,  down this never-ending hole. Crying out to nothing cause nobody hears me. Screaming loud at no one for there is none to see. Oh if only the madness in my head could just end. Then I could fathom living life and smiling again. But oh the wind just tears and strikes down walls. And I continue feeling pains as I fall. So many whispers in the night turned to lies. So many faces in my heart that I now despise. But if there wasn't this fear to cling to, what would my weary hands left to do? Face the truth and stop feeling low, get off your hands and pick up and go. But if I could, do you think I'd still be here? Wallowing and dying in my own self made fear. But all is lost for me, pretty soon all will see.