I’m struggling to breathe for another day.

My mind spins and spins until I’m too dizzy to think.

Don’t you understand I can’t be trusted?

Don’t you understand I am far from perfect?

I have my own box of secrets and I hold them close.

If you read them would you understand?

Would you hold me closer and take my hand?

Would you tell me you can’t handle it and leave me alone?

You say you would stay but my sins are too dark.

I am getting eaten alive by my own thoughts.

I need alone and time to think.

I need comfort and a shoulder to cry on.

Contradiction is all I know and I’m tired of it.

I just want clarity and a clear thought process.

But I can’t because depression is gulping me whole.

Will you forgive me or will we never know?