When I finally get to take a breath,
will I make it?
The darkness I see feels like death,
the sky is barely lit.
Is this the end?
Nope, just the beginning.
All the voices in my head,
I’m losing yet, they are winning.
I look up to find the light,
the brightness is fading away.
The darkness is covering my sight,
the voices want me to stay.
I’m trying to push through.
I am handcuffed down,
there is nothing I can do.