Panic (part 1)

Beset by demons dark...

Oh Goddess, please help me
I don't know what to do.
I think I am going mad,
I need something, someone
I need to be heard; to hear, to know I am real.

I need to be not-alone, I need to be not-alone, I need to be not-alone

The thoughts in my head are killing me,
Suffocating the life from my lungs,
This isn't how it's meant to be,
This is not the way I wish to end.
I can't hold on to life when it is going so fast.

Please, please, please, help me.

I don't know how to carry on,
Everything is going too fast,
Emotions raging, notions rushing,
Like white-water flowing,
Unending and terrifying in intensity.

I think I'm dying.
This Depression is killing me.

I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on.

What am I supposed to do?
I cry out to a god I no longer believe in.
There is no one to save me,
And I am too weak to save myself.
I don't even know if I want to be saved any more.

Turn off the lights...

The dark is good,
The dark is calm,
The dark is safe,

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

No, don't think...
A mantra for sanity...

I am alone in the dark I am safe,
I am alone;...in the dark I am safe,
I am alone in the dark;...I am safe.

But the thoughts are not subsiding,
They are talking over again,
What if...Oh, God, they'll know, they'll find out,
I can't, I don't know how,
It's too late, too much, all too much.

Breathe