I still don’t understand why you left,
maybe I never will

The confusion is crippling,
I keep going downhill

My mind is cloudy,
like I’m mentally ill

Why can’t I stop my thoughts,
I need a sleeping pill

Maybe I need to move on,
Try to climb the hill

It’ll be a hard fight,
Possibly even over my skill

I’ll make it to the top though,
and that’s where I’ll be standing still


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