No words to write down on my paper..
An endless discussion with myself..
Trying to understand,
What I’m feeling,
What I am…
A question mark is all I can see…
From the inside, i feel hollow.
I need someone before I lose control,
But I can’t ask for help..
Can’t let them worry…
Memories come back,
With every heart beat..
Can’t seem to do this on my own..
I can’t sleep only think..
Emotions are gone now…
My past has made me, what I’ am today..
But is there anyone, who knows,
Who that may be..?
Is there anyone,
Who can save me from myself..
Anyone who can find my emotions,
Under my hidden reality..
Who can take my memories
And numbness away forever…
Always suspected I’d be strong enough,
To not lose myself..
So even then I believed in illusions..
To afraid to ask for help,
Don’t want them to see my sick soul..
This won’t take long,
Before I’ll end it myself..
This torment of memories,
Is driving me insane..
And it seems to be getting worse,
Every single day…
Never been numb before,
But it makes me so afraid..
Though this is the only way I can tell,
Know that…
My soul is sick,
My candles are burning out..
My body is dying,
I’m fading into deep…
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Written by Crow.
05- 07- 07