I tried to hold everything together
And seconds later, the tears seem
To fall down

And I am under
drowning

The pieces of my heart
Is scattered

And trying to
Find the pieces
Is like trying to count
The stars in the sky at night
With tears rolling down

I've opened my chest up
so many times
a floodgate of feeling
rushing rushing.

I fear all that's left
are tiny droplets;
that sometimes drip
when you grasp my hands.

I wish I could have held it all in,
so I'd have more to give.

Your

           Arms

Are

         A

Synonym

                For

Home.

It's coming again
I can barely hold this pen
My hands are shaking so hard
And I can barely think straight.
What's wrong with me?
I don't know anymore.
It could be my anxiety
Or just my lack of self control.
What's wrong with me?
I should be able to keep my thoughts in check.
Cause those worrisome thoughts
Are what has brought me here.

Blame it on my anxiety.
Blame it on my lack of self control.

(a.d)

I pray
I cry
I hold onto hope
That something
Has changed
Something was wrong
Just so you can stay
And our plans
Can follow through
You use to wake up
And call me
Your paragon of a wife
Your packing up now
And I don't want you
To ever pack up us
Because I'm afraid of being buried.