Where Are You?

I'm sinking, it seems.

I'm falling, yes.

I've never been so sick in my chest.

Where are you?

I need you here, to catch my stumble.

I need you here to catch my fall.

The road is dark and twisted ahead,

there is nothing to see but my very own dread.

I'm sinking, it seems.

slipping and sliding,

constantly colliding,

through wretched thoughts and feelings.

Where are you?

My life is made up of unreal beings.