It was my time to shine,
Beat my wings and fly,
But you dragged me too deep,
Into water as black as my soul,
And now I'm drowning in my own tears,
Completely surrounded by my fears,
My wings are drenched and they are now too weak to fly,
You've ruined this birds moment to shine.

Each day I'm followed by doctors, meds and fears,
My anxiety rising up to high,
For me to think about the next few years,
The only time I'll have some peace,
Is when I'm buried six feet under,
When I can eternally sleep.

When the memories die,
And slowly fade away,
I'll finally be OK.