It's always this sense of hopelessness
The skills I have or lack thereof
Everything is less than good enough
Longing for a sense of creativity
Insecure in myself and my abilities
As though in the self there is a rift
An endless void, a bottomless abyss
A wounded heart, a bisecting scar down the middle
No medicine known to man can heal this
Innately disconnected at the seams
Though life is never like my dreams
For I am but the stepping stone
An aid to others but not the self
Painfully fearful of an impending death
However you will not go alone
I am with you when you walk in the dark
The prison, barring nothing than your heart
I shall carry your burdens on my back
Able to mend what has been cracked
I shall never deny you a path to me
For nowhere else will you find a love so free
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