Every day is the same thing.
Awaking to see what the day brings.
Sometimes, I don’t wanna leave my bed.
Though I face the day ahead.

Meandering through the halls.
Staring blankly at these walls.
My feelings aren’t clear.
All I know anymore is fear.

My hands, shaking.
My confidence, breaking.
My breaths coming in gasps.
Just nothing more than rasps.

I succumb to the ensuring panic
And fall deeper into the Atlantic
Right now, I just feel really small
‘Cause there’s nothing more than the fall.