Hope runs low in my veins
Like rivers in the fall
Cells look up at me worried
Body crawls around
Heavy in its skin
My mind like air traffic control
Is sending off planes at the same time
And in wrong directions
Missing each other by hairs
Give up, tear up
Lie down, stay down
Everyone suffers
Everyone fights their own interior battles
No one knows the depths
Of another’s quiet despair
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