Sometimes you get stuck in the spur of a moment,
Panicking and undecisive,
Troubled and scared,
Needing a friend to give you hope,
But no-one comes,
No-one cares,
So gradually you drift away in fright,
Desolate and unwanted,
Imperfect and lost
Your mind still desperately screaming for help
And you won't know if it drifts your way unless you decide to stay,
In this world for a couple more days..
Tia Gahir
