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Failure
They say that giving up is a potion,
failure, loneliness, sadness,
all thrown into the same pot.
Forced into our waterbottles,
and sip by sip our wheels stop turning.
Our mouths are parched and our lungs dry.
They say that failure is not an option,
but as we lay in our hospital beds,
the drugs drip, drip, drip
that secret potion into our minds,
and after we heal we are flooded.
So we can not pick up that basketball,
or put on our point shoes.
And our hands aren't strong enough to change the gears
on our bike,
so we drift endlessly in the same direction.
As the potion makes it way through,
it shivers
and it falls.
So we cover our drip drip dripping eyes,
and find comfort in the darkness
of not trying.
Falling asleep to
F's,
Trashy music,
and the little voice in our head saying,
don't try.
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I have recently hurt myself, and could not play viola for a while, I felt the need to give up, and I know the feeling.