A storm is growing You can see it in my eyes, Once filled with love, replaced with fury and despise. You reach out your hand, but I want to be alone I turn my back on you, my family and my home. You can not see I’m broken, I hide it well behind my smile, Until out of desperation I push you away once in a while. The clouds are coming, this is the calm before the storm You whisper oh so softly, come to me I’ll keep you warm. I know death is my answer, as I have so little faith. I cry out to the darkness, why must you make me wait? I no longer feel safe inside, My mind I must not trust, For if I listen for too long, Death will become a Must. I believe in ghosts, and phantoms, They haunt me day and night They come to me in shadows, They’re always in my sight. My heart is badly hurting, But I couldn’t tell you why, All I know for certain, is you’ll never see me cry. I must break free of this prison, walls of depression and despair. I can’t believe my thoughts right now, they tell me know one cares. My heart maybe broken, My soul maybe torn apart, But if I keep on trying, Perhaps the healing can truly start. I know deep down inside me, Is an angel with wings to spare, It’s grace and strength will guide me, If I’m willing to take the dare. A journey of a thousands miles begins with a single step, To heal a broken soul I can imagine will be the same, A single step for me will be letting go of all my pain. To tell you I’m not scared would be a blatant lie, I only have two options, Chose to live, or chose to die.