With fleeting hope and a heavy heart I regretfully admit,
the dreams I had of tomorrow have been fading, I'm feeling lost and sick.
My churning stomach warns of a rapid approaching attack,
I clutch my chest and close my eyes as I try and catch my breath.
My pale complexion tainted with a tiny hue of blue, my eyes are wide and
full of fright, But I am unable to scream out to you.
My silent pleas slip right past listening ears.
Everyone says they're here to hold me, but I remain encased inside my fears.
Take my weak and sorry apology, as I struggle to find the best of me,
My body trembles but I'm not looking for remorse.
I'm on a journey for clarity, shadowed by insanity, sometimes I wish I couldn't
hear my thoughts.
