I stop.
I think,
I catch myself.
Can I stop this though from breaking me down.

I will,
I trust,
I want an improvement,
I hope I can sort my life out again.

My priorities shift
My life loses meaning
My will is not my own,
May I stop myself from caving in again.

I struggle to hold
My self as a whole
Rather than the parts of
Some accidental existance.

I am,
I were
I tried enough,
I am not free to do what I wish any longer.


Is there real stability
Could there be some justice
Is there any satisfaction
In what I do with my time?

Will I hold myself up
When I want to crumble
To continue with life
That I can’t change?

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