Friend
Friend
I'm worried about what's to come
to go someplace unknown.
I can feel it coming but, I let it brush by
And then it's time
Time for it to arrive.
Though I want to leave it behind, some part of me drags me down
And starts to make feel like I can't do it
I can't breathe all I hear is gasping breathes.
My throat is closing up, I feel myself going faint.
Everyone around looks at me like I'm bizarre,
But they don't know what's going on inside me.
I plead not to give in to it but, if do I feel I've disappointed everyone.
I feel different
it comes like an sensation rushes over me
it's a one a kind feeling.
I think I'm stuck in the finest of air waiting for the beast to shake me down again.
The reoccurring process moves like being on an sinking ship
where chaos is everywhere but except when you shut off.
I slam my lashed eyes to go black and cork my ears with my nearest pillow.
Can I do this
Yes
Can I do this
No
I'm indecisive it hurts me to change the tilt of my life
Now I feel droopy ,depressed, and in solitude
knowing after the decision was made I could of done something.
Though now I press on exhausted by the war I'm fighting in my uninhabited brain
I hope that this ends but, for now I live this thing inside me.
This thing I call friend.
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