My world is falling apart
From top to bottom
Side to side.
It's ripping at the seams
And I'm wondering
why?
I'm worried, I'm hurting.
Fighting the burning
And finally learning, I've past my breaking point.
But I'm still yearning to keep it together.
Don't let go. Hold on tight.
It'll be over in a moment.
Don't give up the fight.
Nothing lasts forever, it's only a season.
But please someone, please give me a reason.
A reason not to worry, not to cry, a reason not to lay down and feel I want to die.
This is too much pressure.
And I'm getting fed up.
This facade is getting tiring,
And I feel my spirit wilting.
I sit here now, shaking my head.
Feeling the cold floor seep through my clothes.
Wish it'd fall of my shoulders, than to think instead.
My thoughts are speaking loud. Scaring me to death.
They're going this way, and that way.
Every five seconds I take a deep breath.
Trying my best to block out the screams...of bad things happening and finally being able to dream.
But the dreams won't be nice.
They'll be horrid and cruel.
Leaving me alone and crying, cold as ice.
I hate my worrying.
It gets worse and worse.
I feel my anxiety
It's scurrying around inside my head...
Getting into every crevice and solidifying like cement.
It's there to stay
It feels no resent.
Wait... it does. Let me rephrase.
It resents all my happy days.
When my smiles were real and they reached my eyes.
And I was care free and happy
Rather than scared and wise.
I didn't worry about people and my future ahead.
I took everyday as it came than to worry about what tomorrow brings instead.
I didn't want to stay in bed all day, I didn't have any stress.
I was a happy little girl, a little one that liked to spin in her dress.
I don't even remember what that's like anymore.
To feel happiness from simple things.
Now it takes work to bring forth a laugh.
I wish I had wings, so I could fly away. To a brighter day, to be as light as a feather.
Now all I can imagine is being in bad weather.
With grey clouds and lightning
Booming thunder, and creaking noise.
And I'm hidden in a corner
Whimpering and crying, as if I have a choice..whether to endure it or embrace it.
But I'd rather do nothing...feel nothing at all.
Much like sitting in an empty hall.
There's nothing to do, nothing to see.
Then maybe my world wouldn't have taken the fall.
