Hoxley Rinchet

10/26/1998

Please Help Me

I'm dying slowly, everyday I wake up I lose a percent of oxygen.
I'm drowning in those two thing called life and reality, and
I can't face them because once they hit me I tend to fall down every single time.
I can't face it because once it hits me I froze up, Fear, Anger, Disappointment, Failure, all comes up at one.
My hands are shaking while writing this because of this thing called Life.
My heart is full of disappointment because of the decisions I chose to make.
My life is full of hate-trade.
My success is full of failure.
It feels like the world is falling apart and I'm in the middle of it all watching it fallen piece by piece
A little help would help don't you think?

by Hoxley RINCHET
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