Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

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Falling from the heights
I'm sinking down low
My hair whips my face
My passion endlessly grows

I have no direction
I go with the way of my head
Easily distracted
Climbing further up instead

I like the noise
Because silence hurts my ears
But I've held onto bad memories
For too many years

I'm great therapy
I'll help your ill mind
While my own is so busy
That it's dark when it shines

I'm climbing so high
When I crave the deep drop
I let go of my ropes
And fall until I stop

With a crack
I'm hurt
I feel like ice
has me burnt

Im scrubbing my skin raw
But I can taste the dirt

They're only here
Because theres something in me
That makes you believe
That you could be free

I give hope
I give light
Along with the darkness
In your mind

Dare to be brave
And fall
See how high you can climb
Before you can't climb anymore.