How am I supposed to think when my thoughts are like cars racing.
When my thoughts are of cars racing....at me.
How am I supposed to breathe when the water that normally keeps me afloat is now over my head.
When the water that kept my life balanced, is now flowing overboard.
How am I supposed to let you in when the door is locked and there is no key.
When the door is a brick wall I can only bang my head against in hopes that you might hear me.
How am I supposed to survive when I can't even think,
when I can't even breathe,
When I can't even let you in....

To save me.