The craving and so called desire to be busy.
It digs in its heel and makes me dizzy.

The debilitating fear of constant alone time.
Because that is when my soul commits a dangerous crime.

Like I'm trapped in myself with no way out, it builds, the sadness, the anger, the humility, the doubt.

It's always these days that I feel the most alone.
When I repeatedly tell myself I need to stand
on my own.

When I try the support I feel for a stranger,
it's like my words immediately twist to danger.

"Liar, liar" I shout. The hate so embodied it can't get out.

The sincere words too buoyant for my deep soul. The need too far down, so instead I continue to bury a hole.

The ugly dirt falling on me like a grave.
When I fear it becomes too late for me to be saved.

At the end of the day, no one is left for me,
except me.
And how can I overcome if the darkness buries me until I cannot see.

-iamgoodenough