And It's true that you don't really know me,
Just the words that I've come to write down.
You have no idea if I am lying,
Or if this life - was truly my land.
And I hope you take into consideration;
These words came from no other soul.
For everyday I keep on Falling
and fighting my way towards a goal.
A goal of a true loss of danger,
in hope the past will remain in place.
I scratch at the surface in anger,
But it stays hidden behind each blinded face.
For only when it's truly taken over
will you see what lies deep here within.
At every single second ,
I just count and wait for it to end.
The rush of the fear and the worry,
that grabs on and controls the ride.
When I let our lives drift and collide.
Will it be you standing right by my side
For everything written in horror,
was written in efforts to cope.
To reach out to those
with anxiety,
And to those who don't even know.
I hope I could teach you something,
Or at-least expose another way,
Where my life may seem to be fragile
I make it through each passing day.
