I am scrambling,
Searching for help;
But can't seem to find,
Find the means to express myself.
The spiral keeps tightening.
My mind is a murky puddle of unhappy thoughts.
They are the dark clouds that cast upon my head.
The on my chest.
It is getting harder to breathe, harder to think.
The emotions are blurring, I can't identify how I feel.
The heart is shattering to pieces, I hear the cracks.
But my hands don't reach my ears to comfort,
My hands don't reach my heart to cure.
Finally my hands reach out to write,
Write whatever comes to my mind.
It is articulating words I would never be able to express,
And suddenly there is a ray of light for the darkness within me.
