I am down on my knees
I feel a need to weep
But within I feel drained and empty,
Working to hard, pressure piles upon me
It’s hard to see the woods for the trees,
It’s hard to rise when you when you feel so down
But we all play parts like playing a clown,
Trying to be happy when others are round,
Wearing a mask because it hides all the worry
But what do you care or think when you don’t know me,
I am just a soul who slowly drowning,
In a sea that is pulling me under
I cannot wait til it’s all over.
fauxcroft 
It’s been a tough, tough two years hasn’t it? I hope having the ability and talent to write it out helps you. It always helps me too. And prayer. Nothing has helped me like prayer has. He’s the only one I can really count on
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Yes, writing has definitely helped and my spirituality 🙏 Faux
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it takes real courage to stand up against feelings like this
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Thanks very much for reading and understanding my friend 🙏 Faux
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