Dream Life

                                         Putting words together Forming inside my head Ready to be said, The real question is, Will they be heard? When I speak, will they be slurred? What is my worth? Do I deserve to walk this earth? Should I say, All the words I want to say, Or do I preserve, What is left of my self-worth? The hell with it! I must address and express, Depression holds me in darkness. Anxiety tells me, The darkness will keep me safe. Racing thoughts, put words in my head, Spinning them, Telling me I should be dead. I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty. I am darkness. I am ugly. I can't get it right. These are the words inside my head. If I put them on paper, Release them, set them free, I'll have a moment where I can breathe. You may not understand the words I say, I made it, One more day. One more fight. You may not see the struggle inside. It's here . It's real...

                                                            I'm trapped inside a tower, I've been locked and lost the key, Now the darkness that creeps in at night, Is my only company, No-one tries to save me here, Since they can't hear my cries, I pass my days in solitude, Watch the world move on outside, This tower isn't very grand, It's really not the tall, But still I can't escape it, I can't break free at all, You can't see this tower, Juts believe it's there instead, Because my tower isn't made of stone, It's all inside my head.