Every day seems a hard.
Thoughts racing. Fears pulsing.
Sometimes I can’t form a thought.
Words on the tip of my tongue, but no sound comes out.
Help me, I’m drowning.
Why won’t you reach your arm in this water and save me.
Our eyes lock and my silent scream commences
Can’t you see; can’t you tell.
The day is over now
In my own personal hell.