The Whispers Of The Souls, Captured In Verse. By Misty-V

Losing Grip

Help me Lord, I'm losing grip.

Don't let me go, 'cause I might slip.

My hands are shaking while they stare, and my heart is breaking, but you're still there.

Sooth the ache in my heart, so that I won't fall apart.

And when I feel like a peeve, you say I'm more, not one to thieve.

Nobody wants to listen, my eyes tear and glisten.

My face is heating, can't tell if my heart's beating.

Please put air in my lungs, coz I'm tip-toeing on ladder rungs.

I'm tired of this strife, cut it off from my life.

I'm told I'm not allowed to be sad, feel sorry, so I'm just mad.

Crying in silence, while some resort to violence.

I wish it could end, so I wouldn't have to play pretend.

You tell me to hang on, but I wonder just for how long?

I feel you around, I know you care, pick me up off the ground, I know you're there.

Tell me am I a mistake? Why do they always think I'm fake?

They call me a liar, my heart turns to fire, but you lift me higher, and bad thoughts unwire.

And when thing get too much, they start to end so fast and one never knows what might be last.