Holding On

I’m holding on to a world now in pieces,

Clinging to memories I’d best forget.

Asking myself all of the questions,

Knowing that this I’ll soon regret.

What do we use when we run out of faces?

How do we talk when our expressions are gone?

How can we hold up the walls of our lives,

When we can hardly stand to be alone?

I’m barely holding on.

 

Dagenn

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