Trust Issues

I'm not ready for the world outside, I keep pretending and putting up this facade but I......

My path's unbeaten but it's always been uphill. I no longer want to climb it and now I think I never will.

There's a reason why I'm standing still but I......

I wish I could find the right words: wish I could find the desire to walk through this life....

Wish there was a tangible hand: a father to take me by the hand: ever present, ever around

But now I understand, I'm a scared of life.

I hear the people around me as if once removed, I'm here but they cannot 'see me'

They see the facade standing tall but I...... 

Wish there was a tangible hand: a father to take me by the hand and slay the demons

Standing at the precipice, alone, I wish I could resist the desire to lay down

I wish I could be stalwart and steadfast but I.....

Precipice offers rest ..... rest at last

Abridged: Diary of a Slow Suicide