You ask me how I’m feeling
What’s happening in my head
How can I explain
That I’m holding on by a thread
That every minute feels like an hour
And yet the days are flying by
I spend each waking moment
Waiting for the day to pass by.
You ask me if I’m okay, and I smile and say fine
And I feel a stab of frustration
That I am still lying.
I wish I could say help me
I’m getting sucked in again
The badness in me is overwhelming
And I can’t help but give in.
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