My thoughts are a dark abyss;
The further you go, the darker they are.
I'm losing my control,
I try to be strong
But the memories,
Those damn memories keep resurfacing.
It's really a fight,
Almost war with myself,
And I'm losing and getting weaker by the day.
How much longer I can hold on
Is the real question.
You think I'm fine
Even though you've seen the scars,
Witnessed my breakdowns,
And I tell you what I'm really thinking.
You still insist I'm fine.
One day, you'll regret turning a blind eye to me
You will wish you helped.
But for now
I guess I'm stuck
In my thoughts.
All alone.
With nobody but myself.
