I don't know how to fix this,
I never have
so here I sit,
with a pen and pad,
hoping.
Hoping to get it all out,
the words and thoughts
resting within my head.
I cannot escape them,
I never can,
they are always here,
and I find myself lost within them.
I spend so much of the time,
trying,
and begging,
to get your attention.
But you can't see
that i'm falling,
or just how far I'm falling
Twisting and turning,
aging and yearning,
sitting and waiting,
but I cannot wait any longer.
This has to be our final moment,
or the start of our new beginning.
But as I have said,
I don't know how I fix this.
But with it all written out,
here in front of me,
now I know I am not the one who can fix this,
only you can.
