Today I am not in my skin. My body cannot contain me.I am spilling out and over, like a rogue wave on the shore.
Today I can’t keep myself from feeling like I don’t have a friend in the world.
And no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to pick myself up off the floor. My demons are lying in wait, they are grinning in the shadows, their polished fangs glinting, knowing today, it will be an easy kill.
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
By Lang Leav
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