Claustrophobia

The walls are closing in. No matter what I say, I never win. My life’s crumbling in my hands Like it’s a stray rock, and I can’t see where it lands. Everything’s falling apart before my eyes, And only pain will arise From the deep gash in my heart That’s been there from the start. I’ve lost control of everything, And I’ve found myself envying The freedom of my past Away from the shadow that’s been cast. Nobody can see That the odds are stacked against me If I try to stand, I’ll just fall And it’s overwhelming, the weight of it all. So I jot my feelings down in ink. Otherwise I might be on the brink Of giving up and giving in. It’s not like I will ever win.