Sinking

They say I can be fixed
Just later
To be postponed
Gone fishing
But what if by the time it's ready
Exercise
Outdoors
Music
Talking
Drugs
Support
It's already too late?
I've succumbed to the darkness in my mind?
I'm supposed to stay strong
But it's making me weak
When no one can see the depths of my brokenness because I don't let them
I need help from afar
But will I still by afloat by the time it gets here?

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