hello people. how are all of you. me ok. my friends Memorial is this saturday. me and my friend wrote an acoustic song for the Memorial. i really havn't been up to much i have started drawling again. thats it i know i'm uneventful i i put a real journal up later this week
i wrote a poem
PIT
Im falling in this pit
The pit is full of water
Im in the water
And in the water theres a bunch of junk
Sea weed thats is tangled to me
Glass that cutting me
Wet trash that is blinding me
Broken metal is stabbing me
Rust that is poisoning me
Black that is consuming me
Light that is beaconing me
Im falling in this pit
Chained to a weight that continuously falls
A thousand feet down and Im
Looking up at the fading light
Through all the stuff
Through the sea weed
Through the glass
Through the wet trash
Through the broken metal
Though the rust filled water
Through the dark
My lungs are filling with water
My eyes are shutting
And I am losing hope
I cant let the pit win
I cant give up
I wont die
Not now
Not ever


i wrote a poem
PIT
Im falling in this pit
The pit is full of water
Im in the water
And in the water theres a bunch of junk
Sea weed thats is tangled to me
Glass that cutting me
Wet trash that is blinding me
Broken metal is stabbing me
Rust that is poisoning me
Black that is consuming me
Light that is beaconing me
Im falling in this pit
Chained to a weight that continuously falls
A thousand feet down and Im
Looking up at the fading light
Through all the stuff
Through the sea weed
Through the glass
Through the wet trash
Through the broken metal
Though the rust filled water
Through the dark
My lungs are filling with water
My eyes are shutting
And I am losing hope
I cant let the pit win
I cant give up
I wont die
Not now
Not ever
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I appreciate the offer, but I kind of need to face my fears on my own. I created them afterall. Only I know how to uncreate them. Much thanks, though.