I really don’t know that I can get myself through this,
My will ebbs like blood from a slit wrist,
All the time I’m thinking and pondering
Can I go on like this? I’m wondering.
It’s not that I don’t care or want normality so,
Shame causes my head to drop to the floor so low.
That I can’t see ahead to where I’m going,
I know where I’ve been, but now I’m just toing and froing
I’m not quite aware of all the implications
Not sure what happens next, or any ramifications.
I suppose it’s because I’m no longer in control of me
My life is being sorted by others, officially,
So I don’t know whether I can survive this pain,
Like a barren desert, my future before me lain
My overriding thought and wish
Is that someday I’ll get myself through this.
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