Wind

I try to catch the wind in my face, but before I realise, it's the wind catching me. Try to hold on to the feeling. Shiver in the darkness and let me fall. Let me fall. I hate standing here, wondering if I should fall, or if I'll stay. So release me, release me. And set me free. My darkness chaos controls my mind. I feel the chains tighten around my soul. I whisper into the wind, as it passes by, the same way I want to able to just pass things by. And I whisper words of truth and desperation. Cause all I ever wanted was to understand. And now I can't tell what from which, or what it is I don't understand. Fevered feelings, agony, distress. A hollow aching that won't go away. A lost girl inside of me, I wanna set her free. Thoughts of suicide, recklessness, anxiety and fear. Is there no end on this journey, or is it as I always feared? The chase will go on until the day I die...