I'm laying in my bed
and yet,
I can feel the waves of the ocean.

I'm sitting safely in his car
but it feels like
I'm a passenger on a crashing plane.

I'm standing in my front yard
and even though I recognize the scene,
I'm in a whole new world.

I'm talking to you like everything is okay,
and you think you know who you're standing with,
But this person you see before you
is no longer me.

I'm no longer happy.
I'm sad to say that now
I can't look at a mirror
without coming face to face with a stranger.

I want to get better,
but things are getting bad again.
and I don't think that I can do it by myself...

But I know you're still here.
And because you're still here,
because you haven't left me like the others,
I know that I don't have to.