Darkness overwhelming,
drowning can no one see.
Holding on to nothing,
desperate for someone to help me.
A turmoil inside me,
send me a guiding light.
The battle is raging,
it is a constant fight.
A tunnel of blackness,
I cannot see.
Emotions racing through me,
helping hands reach for me.
Far off in the distance,
I see a light.
Tomorrow is another day,
but for now out of sight.
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