I am sorry.
Sorry for being me.
I’m not easy,
but I need you to see.
There is a struggle,
a raging war.
No light at the end of the tunnel,
it seems I’m done for.
I have no energy left,
I do not understand life,
don’t know how to survive,
viciously attacked by my own mind,
peace is not something I can find.
I ask advice,
and pay the price.
I over think,
as I slowly sink,
into desperation.
I want to express my doubts and fears,
hell, maybe shed some tears.
As much as I want to shout,
I can’t tell you what it is about,
I can’t express what’s inside of me,
forever a prisoner of my mind.
I’m fighting blind,
no chance to break free,
I die within myself.