work
undone,
i try but
my mind stops me.
too busy for life,
busy doing nothing.
when it all crashes down, i
need someone to get me going
even though i must do it alone.
i cannot expect others to save me.
eventually it’s too late to change
your personality frozen, dead.
i want to feel my heart beating
and know that i am alive.
fear is my nemesis,
the one who hurts me.
i need to stop
worrying
or i’ll
die.