It is my enemy,
It is my weakness,
If I am left,
Alone,
To think,
Then I think too much,
About what I've gone through,
About what everything means,
And I end up crying,
In a pit I made for myself,
And as hard as I try,
I can't escape.
Friends and laughter make a ladder,
But they leave to fast for me to climb,
My thoughts come back again,
Make it harder to try next time
