I can understand the world is too much.
Balancing more than your head on your neck.
You feel like you need a hit or a rush,
To be a person rather than a speck.
If only you knew you are beautiful,
Without getting by with a little help.
The anxiety you hide is dreadful.
Worse is the pain you inflict on yourself.
Just know things that dwell in the darkest caves,
Find a way to develop their own light.
You are a master and you are a slave.
Which one will you be through the lonesome night?
When you are falling into bed be sure,
It is your bed and not the cold hard floor.