Within the confines of my room,
I feel that I will vanish soon;
Nothing seems to make much sense,
confusion numbs my feeble head.
Sleep is always far away,
I wish that I could rest today;
Gripped by fear, I carry on,
in a world where everything seems wrong.
Day by day and week by week,
I struggle with the words to speak;
I wish that I could go away,
to deal with my despair and pain.
Scared; I cling to God above,
and pray this war will soon be won;
Alone I cannot fight this fight,
I need God's strength and awesome might.