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I want you to find me, be here to guide me,
Since slowly, I'm slipping away.
I'm losing this mind, see, I can't seem to find me,
It appears that I've lost my way.
I don't want your prayers and I don't want your words,
I just want you to hear me say:
That I'm descending now, and I don't know how,
But, I'm surely wasting away.

I don't care for your words, so please do not call
And ask me, "How do you feel?"
Because chances are, I'll ignore your call,
Or tell you, something that's not real.
I'll just look at my phone, pretend I'm not home,
And decide to just not deal
With the questions they ask or things that they say,
At least 'till this mental wound can heal.
My mind, she is sick and tired of this.
But not tired enough to sleep at night.
So I just stay awake and with each breath I take,
I fight to sleep with all my might.

I'm just, withering away, dealing with my dismay,
Watching the world fall apart.
I ignore it all and say, "That it's all okay,"
When really, the pain grips my heart...
Soon all of this will pass, so I'll recover fast,
No need to feel concern for me,
Just right now I'll say: I'm not completely okay,
But, I'm okay enough, just to be.
I'll just wither and decay, waste away
As each day, comes and goes.
Just like, everyone else, I'm not by myself.
I'll cover this until it shows...

I don't want you to find me or try to guide me,
Slowly, I continue to slip away.
I don't care for your prayers, I don't care for your words,
Just leave me to my dismay.
Sooner than not, I'll have taught
Myself to be, okay.