I have a problem, I need help I say but I make it a strong effort to hide the problem so that I don't get help because I don't want it and it's tiring. So I keep on keepin' on and hope the problem resolves and dissolves... but I know it won't, it can't at this rate. I just wanna see the sun in a hue I can smile at again, feel, not hear, the warmth of the rustling leaves at the same decibel I remember. So I lay here and stare, oh how the ceiling could talk... but I only hear these voices in my head telling me it'll be okay. I've been trusting these voices thus far, just not sure how far they've gotten me or will get me. SOS.


















