The bunch is solid,
The strings are tight.
It won't loosen up,
Regardless of the amount I battle.
The grasp is furious,
Camouflaged in each tear.
I wish to overcome
This vacancy of dread.
I know once without anyone else,
I won't not survive.
Be that as it may, there is a unimportant possibility
For me to be alive.
The cost of losing the bond
Could be my greatest slip-up.
Be that as it may, I am finished living
An existence I can never again phony.