Short Spurts #19

I’m afraid of the battle ahead
Survive it, I’ll not may
I lose all hope that I mustered
As spurts of elation dwindle away

I cannot on another depend
Their life too they must live
How much can I expect
For one to another give

The help I need is way too much
It’s easier now to succumb
The pain I feel is so intense
That I prefer to being numb

 

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