I want to express my worries to you
But every time that I am prepared to
You are too far away, out of my reach
And what I say sounds like a screech
As I muster the words to speak out
About all the things I'd like to shout. 

You're always so tired, always stressed 
And I want to tell you: I too am depressed 
But my words make it seem like a cry
For attention, as if it's some kind of lie
And so my mind sends a painful note
To my heart which struggles to float

And that is why I am always muffled 
My eyes are glazed and mind ruffled 
Because as I sit, staring at the ground 
I don't know how to create the sound 
That will best help you into the know 
About what I'm thinking as we flow 

As I write this to you now
I can't even work out how 
To express all my sorrow 
As I wait until tomorrow.