A tempest is rising,
Inside my chest.
All thoughts of self demising,
And none of rest.
I am a ship upon tsunami,
So small and unreal.
Folded up like oragami,
Held inside under a seal.
I cannot fight these waves,
Emotional hidden caves,
Filled with hidden graves,
A watery hidden maze.
Stuck inside my thoughts,
Whirling round and round,
Cannot have what I have sought,
I don't want to hear the sound.
The sound of these waves crashing,
Upon my barren shore.
The sound of hate everlasting,
Hidden within my lore.
If the waves cannot be calmed,
I will be washed away.
And all my insecurities gone,
Until a brighter day.
I cannot see the sun,
The clouds are black and blue.
I just want to run,
Someone tell me what to do.
Tell me how to stop,
This hateful storm inside.
Tell me how to drop,
What's too heavy to hide.
Tell me how to end,
This emotional pain of mine.
Tell me you're my friend,
Until the end of time.
I cannot go on alone,
I need all your support.
My sun hasn't shone,
Since my last abashed report.
Since I took my heart and shook it,
Until it was black and dead.
Since I told my soul to book it,
Lest it be painted red.
But my heart is beating,
And fighting back to life.
My soul is not retreating,
From all this phony strife.
So emotional it hurts,
Stuck beating on my head.
My will to keep going's in the dirt,
I might as well be dead...
