Just when I thought I finally get up,
Something always pull me down again. Infact lower than when I was before.
It get deeper each time that finally I lost count on how deep I have fell.
Too far to reach for a helping hand,
Too deep to hear my scream for help,
Too dark to see my crying heart.
.................
I'm broken at impact,
Shattered to pieces,
Too impatient to fix,
Too fragile to hold,
Too tiny to search.
..................
Im lost in my own journey to get up.
The bruise at the start have become a huge lump of blood clot.
Too late to treat,
Too late to save,
Too late to say goodbye.
Lots of Love,
Lisa Viour
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