There's a sinking feeling in my chest,
I'm guessing it's stress but it's present,
I feel forever less than what I've felt before,
maybe the door to what I feel is locked.
There's a sinking feeling in my chest,
bless my little heart for thinking
I'm one rest away from becoming stronger.
So I no longer hold my head down,
I hold it sideways, thinking Friday,
of six months ago was the last day,
that I was happy.

I've lost purposes, senseless hurt-
I bear into my mind,
maybe I'll find what I'm looking for,
when I look beyond the door of my best friend.
Let the candle wax and wane,
as I find fire within the pain-
and enkindle warmth from nothing.