Stepping Out
If you have nothing to lose
And the place you are in
Is unbearable
Then why don't you step out?
What is it that holds you back
Gripping you tightly
In a vice-like grasp?
Is it fear of unknown
The knowledge that to get out
You must go through?
Is it a sense of comfort
In the familiar,
A feeling of helplessness and futility
An inner conviction that stepping out
Will not make any difference?
Or perhaps it’s that anorexia and depression
Are now the rulers of your mind;
The real you is imprisoned
Has lost hope
Is not thinking straight
And is too exhausted
To keep fighting?
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