Slipping Away
Trapped in a world where I don’t belong, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
Where do I fit into their puzzle?
Where do I fit in this world?
I feel so detached.
If I lose the fragile grip I hold on this world,
I’ll fall away forever.
One finger, one thread are all that bind me to this earth.
All it would take is one snip, and I’d fall away forever.
The fragile thread that holds me to this earth is fraying.
I’m falling so fast, slipping away from this reality.
I’m going somewhere I belong.
Surrounded by familiar faces, I’ll love and be loved,
But above all, I’ll live.
My fingers are slipping, and I’m falling into myself.
I’ve lost my grip on this world.
My dream has swallowed me up and taken me where I belong.
I just wrote this here on the spot, so it's not been edited very much. I've just had this feeling inside me so long, that I had to write it out or explode. You can comment if you want. And yes, I stink at poetry, you don't need to tell me, I already know. sweatdrop
