I'm aware we all have problems.
I know it's okay to cry.
But sometimes life just bubbles up,
And I feel like I want to die
Some days show more promise,
But most days that's not true.
I hurt inside and feel the pain,
Though I don't know what to do.
I dissociate my problems away
In hopes they'll leave me be,
But I'm too hopeful for my own good
So I hope you can hear my plea.
And if you try to find me
Through all this mess I own:
I pray that you don't get lost
In these thoughts that I call home.