Mind is racing so much to handle
Ideas as bright as 1,000 candles.
Never ending, loop of hope
Then crashes, no way to cope.
Woke up alone and oddly cold
Not realizing when I got old.
Ten hours of sleep and still tired
Wanting to live, but lost the fire.
Dark, empty, noiseless screaming
Am I awake, or am I dreaming?
Long hot shower to burn my mind,
help and medicine, will I be fine?
Some days I feel a lil bit stronger
Through a will to live life longer.
The dark days, I wait through time
Light always finds a way to shine.