can you ask me if I’m alright?

because I’m afraid to hold your hand.

under my lackadaisical facade,

and even my faintest smiles,

I can’t help but fight the same demons-

again.

fear has once again swarmed my mind

and I can’t even hear my own conscience

both of them fight the same chaos.

how much do I have to give to them

so I don’t have to feel so lonely anymore?

can’t risk to know for certain

I’ve lost you too.