You say I'm running
But I'm staying
Stuck in quicksand
Slowly dying
Crying..
When will it be over?

If I say it's okay
Will it make it right?
Will it go away?
Will it not haunt me at night?
If I say it's not okay
I don't think I could handle it
This denial inside me is keeping me alive
If it goes away, where can I hide?