Scared by. Darrell Ames 6/14/02

As the cool summer breeze blows through my hair,
 I realize it’s not all that cold out today, but I can’t get warm,
 and I don’t know why, I’m just so scared, scared to cry,
 everything is different now, the stress is getting me down,
 and I know that everything will be all right in the end,
 but I’m still to scared to breathe, and too scared to think,
 I’ve decided I need a drink, to even my thoughts and clear my head,
 but I’m to scared, I might just drink till I’m dead, 
things need to go back to the way they used to be,
 when I was happy with no pain, but now, now things have changed,
 I’m just scared to live without what I know I need, 
I’m to scared to die, without knowing my purpose,
 I’m just so scared to live, and just so scared to die,
 I’m just so scared to cry, so…with all my fear,
 I’ll just lay here, scared