One horrible day...all out of sorts.
A day all alone, with my thoughts.
Looking back on what went wrong.
Every hour was an hour too long.

Nobody to talk to, to understand.
Nobody to hug and grab my hand.
All my doubts, ganged up on me.
An easy target today, they could see.

Once in control, they never let go.
A vice like grip, with seeds to sow.
I'm so desperate to see this day end.
And hope tomorrow will be my friend.