I fear them, the unknow, the what if. I fear my mind, for it likes to drift.
Inside I screamed, and fought, this dark abyss inside my thought.
Trauma has always haunted my past, and if I dwell too long, it’s sure to last
I fear my bed, my body’s exhausted, I don’t rise for days, until I’m unfrosted.
What is life and why was I made; I fear the need to know before I fade.
Everything on earth wasn’t made to last, but damn, why does it go so fast.
With every passing white knuckled day, I feel my time withering away.
Like the sand in the hourglass, time ticks on and is sure to pass.
I fear the thought of being alive, but even worse what if I die.
I know the pain of losing a loved one, once they’re gone, it can’t be undone.
One day too, I’ll say goodbyes, and I hope that day, no one cries.
I fear as though I am just a drone, and that is why I fear the unknown.
A different mask every day, just hoping maybe, one will stay.
To understand and love oneself, then maybe I can put fear upon the shelf.
To live in the light of each day and keep the darkness at bay.