I Promise
I can feel my brain
Starting to fall apart
Like the leaves on dry trees
During the beginning of crisp fall
Why can't I feel and move on
Why can't I live and let go
Of the past that haunts me
And the future so daunting
How does thy exist without regret
Without sorrow and emotional debt?
Is this destiny or am I too late
To change the trajectory of my own fate?
The spiral just gets deeper and deeper
More twists and turns
The anxiety makes me weaker
It hurts more than third degree burns
I ponder on while I lie on this dyre folde
A question arises, age old
"To be or not to be that is the question"
But I will at least try to be, that is my confession
Who art thou to cause such damage
To my heart and mind - Such solace
Can not be found here, to be honest
But I will be alright, I promise
We will all be alright, I promise