Tomorrow will kill me

The life I led, or rather used to lead
no longer brings me joy or peace,
it would seem that the simple deed,
the one I thought would give release,
has instead chained me to my bed,
confining me to the hell in my head
forever tormented by the words I need to hear
and the ones I long to say
turning my soul black with fear
forcing my heart to shatter and decay
now, I face me alone and unarmed
while you seemingly remain unalarmed
as I sit, unable to cry anymore
as the world passes by and leaves me behind
if there's a way out, I'm no longer sure
that it will be one I can find.
The words I want, the one's I need
are buried deep inside you, no longer freed