Life has become bereft of colour

Encased in grey, a portrait of misery

I'm starting to believe that there is nothing left for me

Terrified to let them medicate me

And reduce my already fragile state of mind

To where I'm so disconnected; Detached from myself and there's nothing that I can feel

I'm constantly trying to find the balance between a safe solitude Without pushing away all of those I love

Clutching onto anything that distracts me from my misery

Anything that can suppress the constant urge to kill myself

I keep building fences to seclude myself

I'm too ashamed to admit that I need help

Still carrying the weight of this heartache

Buried within me

Too afraid to let you go and substantiate the fact that without your love

Then I am truly alone

Too afraid to let you go

Too afraid to be alone