Monday, June 15, 2015

The Last Rung

I'm sorry
You think it's words
Manipulation
Letters strung together
No meaning
Manipulation
It's not
But I can't be the one
To explain
No feeling, EVERY feeling
It's everything
I can't express
I'm sorry
I'm not what I used to be
Every excuse
To stay away from me
You find each one
Every time
I'm sorry
I don't know
When I failed
I'm always at the bottom
I can't grasp the ladder
Anymore

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