Where do I even begin?
Many questions are forming in my mind.
I can't rest, I'm too scared.

Depression, anxiety,
I need someone to listen to me. But they're all busy to care.
Has the world turned itself to me?

Where do I even begin?
Someone. Friends? Family? Relatives?
They're just there when they needed you for something.
Why is everyone not listening? I just need one person to listen.

Where do I even begin?
Is there a way? But I'm too scared.
Too scared to talk, afraid that people might judge me.
so then where? Do I even have a place that I belong to?
Where?

I have found myself tracing timelines in the sand,
hanging off the edge of your lips
as you say my name - say it so,
as you read words you hold close
in midnight hours.
When the world has quieted,
and your voice is all I hear,
I want to be the reason your words transform,
a reason for your heart to rest peacefully
for every night to come.
Lie down, sweet love of mine,
these worlds are yours already.

It's getting bad again, no one cares right.