Don’t tell me I can love myself, I can’t love myself
Man you’ll never know
Can’t tell you why I always cry, eyes are never dry
Tears they always flow
I can’t do anything
Hanging on by a string

Don’t tell me I can trust myself, I can’t trust myself
I get nothing right
Can’t tell you why it’s dark inside, blackness on my mind
Like eternal night
I’ve reached the end of my rope
Can’t grasp a bit of hope

Maybe I’m slipping, maybe I’ll fall
Maybe I’ve already lost it all
Maybe I’m blind, goodness unseen
You don’t know what I mean
Baby I’m slipping, baby I’m lost
Baby I rue every line I’ve crossed
Somewhere ‘tween self pity and my grief
I’m slipping underneath

About Twindaddy (361 Articles)
Sometimes funny. Sometimes serious. Always genuine.

4 Comments on Slipping

  1. I’m sorry you’re in the muck right now. Please hang in there. Loving ourselves is so damn hard. I remind myself that everything looks different every once in a while… better, you know?


  2. I hope getting this out helped. Sometimes that works for me.


  3. I hope your writing helps you find a bit of light in the darkness. Hugs to you, my friend. xx


  4. Oh TD, you can get through this, and whatever started you spiraling down. I hope the writing helps, and I know we have talked of your experiences with others’ suicide. But take heart — you’re going to make it. I don’t often check in here, but I always read you when I see you.

    And just in case, the National Suicide Hotline number is 1 800 273-8255.

    Sending you love.


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