I feel so low,
so down.
I feel so wrong,
and I feel my frown.
I feel sorrow,
I feel the tears.
I wanna see tomorrow,
but I cant get past my fears.
I want to be okay,
I want to be alright.
I pray every night.
I ask for help,
I feel like a lost book on a shelf.
I want you to read the words,
but to remember them is something else.
Are you understanding I'm at my worst?
I look back at my last pages,
I look back at the wrong places,
but I cant seem to remember much of myself.
I guess I have to go back on reading,
or have new pages written for tomorrow..
I know I can be misleading,
but it truly is only because of my past sorrow.