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Description
I’ve been reaching for a ledge,
something to get a hold onto,
instead of scraping my raw fingers
against this invisible pit I’ve fallen into.

There’s dirt that only I can see,
coating my skin, running clean where
my tears fall.

I’m tired of beating at these walls,
tired of pulling on roots,
only to have them come loose
and fall to the bottom again.

I’m tired of fighting for what I need.
An exhaustion that can’t be slept away.

Description
I’ve been reaching for a ledge,
something to get a hold onto,
instead of scraping my raw fingers
against this invisible pit I’ve fallen into.

There’s dirt that only I can see,
coating my skin, running clean where
my tears fall.

I’m tired of beating at these walls,
tired of pulling on roots,
only to have them come loose
and fall to the bottom again.

I’m tired of fighting for what I need.
An exhaustion that can’t be slept away.