Can not run from it
Always a step behind
The worst is ... I am trapped
In my own mind
The end is near
I can not keep trying
Stop asking if I am okay
I am tired of lying
My fake smile is getting heavy
Eyes can not hold back
My mind has won
Done living in the back
Going through the motions
Most fear death
But others pray for it
Mine . I will nit tolerate if it is taken from me .
