Every now and then I feel myself start to slip.
The storm hits, my eyes play various tricks.
My mind is over run with thoughts that haunt me.
I want to tell you, but I know it's hard to believe.
I cry when no one is there, I feel lost and scared.
If I am to be honest I'm not sure I can say what is true.
This is the one battle I am sure to lose.
Long are the nights that chase me down.
When was the last time my feet touched the ground?
Lost I am, but still I know where I am.
How is that possible?
