Fake Abyss

Take my word for it

For being stuck in the

Middle of somewhere

That you cannot find the way

Out of and the light switch

Is heart and soul destroying

And you almost don't want to get

back up,

Off that stool that you have been 

sat on for too long

You want it to crack and for you to 

Fall

Into whatever is below you

In this floating, dangerous abyss

When you speak to me of the

things that don't exist,

Do not try and relate yourself to

That particular situation

But help the one that you say

You love

That is worth more

Than relating

When you are really faking

It is worth more

Than any flowers, chocolate

or jewellery

Words sink in

Objects don't

So don't try and enter the hole

When you think you know

Where the switch is

For if you find it before I,

You are lucky

Yet not necessarily the same

Not the same situation

Not the same place

You are in a fake abyss

A pleasant place

That you can control

For many, there is not control

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Interpret this however you want. You can probably see what I am talking about but relate it to your situation. As it says, everyone is different.