Trying to stay busy,
trying to be happy,
but I am less than optimistic
when my feelings are lost inside
and it feels like it is me
against the entire world.
I wonder if this
is as hard as it gets,
when it feels like I'm breathing
against the harshest wind.
And I know there are so many mountains
that I have yet to climb,
but I'm falling apart
beneath the darkness,
and I have become blind
to what I really have to lose.
