Silently, life flows forward. Wether I run, or walk.. I fall behind. Watching in solitude, As everyone else runs ahead. Holding out a hand, As my friends simply move past. Why can't a friendly soul stop? Instead, they try to hold me back! I can't move past, The guilt, the pain, or the fear. They weigh on me, Yet no ones sees them. Perhaps they just deny, that i'm sinking. Or maybe they simply can't lift me back up.