Speak

The words you speak,
you swear they come out
Time after time,
your starting to count.

The times you've felt scared,
and lay in your bed
you remember the shadows,
that remain in your head.

You count them slowly,
as you weep
slowly but surely,
your falling asleep.

uncontious, you begin to cry,
as the light glistens off a closed eye.

Your words are in trouble,
your mind is a mess
horrible sins,
you begin to confess.

Thoughts run wild in your head,
your not even safe from yourself,
lying in bed.

So here i am telling you to be strong,
hell i cant do it myself,
i guess i was wrong.