Unraveled

Just when I start to get used to things the way they are, they become unraveled. 

Life around me is unraveling, my mind is unraveling. 

I cannot seem to find a foot hold in this fragile ground.

What is left of my mind is sure to be undone. 

It may seem bleak and hopeless but it's the truth. 

Life is too short for this. 

My mind needs to come back together. 

I need to pick up the pieces of my life before they all become unraveled. 

 

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