Desperate

Desperate:
By Robin Nederlof.

You don’t know what I feel.
Every minute, every hour.
I try to dodge, to shake it off.
It’s not what I want, but this is real.

I don’t know what to see.
Every day, every week.
I try to run, to leave it all behind.
It’s the whole world against me.

I feel so lonely, so sad.
It seems cold and darkness,
were the only friends I ever had.

You don’t know what to say.
Every month, every season.
I try my best, to be successful.
But ambitions fade to grey.

I don’t know what to think.
Every year, every decade.
I try my best, to be seen.
But eyes close, without a blink.

I feel so desperate, so weak.
It seems hopes and fears,
fueled my eyes to leak.

So if you and I don’t know,
where am I supposed to go?
Perhaps you could hold me tight,
use your warmth to create a light.
Even if it’s only for a brief moment,
I would love to change fate.
Even if it’s only for a few seconds,
but I know it’s too late.

I feel so useless, out of time.
It seems my light will never be lit,
denied a place to shine.