Help!

S.O.S

I'm leaning on doubt, after
staggering to the mirror.
I stare on, but the only thing that
stares back at me is terror.
I'm tangled in the chain of
nature's hate, trying different
smiles on for size.
But my life keeps darkening as
the darkness of the clouds cover
every one of the silver lines.
The ends are too far from each
other, I can't make them meet,
I chocked on my pride, and can't
make a move with two cold left
feet.
The fragments of my pride can't
fit,
I need help, my soul has no
rhythm and my heart's losing it's beat.


Keep Smiling