Regrets.

I feel tongue-tied of all the words rattling through my brain…
When I get this way, I have a tendency to hide,
from you, from everyone.
From life in general…
I keep thinking there will be a horizon,
that I’ll get my head above water and be able to breathe.
Yet I always feel like I’m still floundering.
You know it,
so much to do, so little time to do it all.
It’s all going to bury me six feet under.
And sadly, I’ll still be as alone as ever.
I miss being needed…