by Broken Angel
A little more of my insanity showing through
|Dark thoughts swirl to the surface, becoming real; growing confused, not knowing how to feel. |
Fear holding me in a tight grip; running away from myself, trying not to trip.
Slipping and falling into a web of despair; somebody help me, but no one's there.
Stumbling in the darkness that I call my soul; trapped, clawing to the surface and taking a toll.
Shutting down my heart; tearing myself apart.
Finding myself piece by piece; happiness scattered to the breeze.
Drowning in myself, slowly running out of air; suffocating lightly, wanting someone to notice and care.
Chained to a wall, bound by my insanity; seem calm on the surface, but inside I'm panicking.