I Hope It's Not Too Late

So many thought and worries
consume me from sun up to sun down.
I wish I could escape all these worries,
sometimes I think I might drown.

I know that I must let go of the pain
because It's slowly driving me insane.
Soon, my energy will drain
and my tears will fall like rain.

I'd like the tears to dry
and I'd like to get some sleep.
Sometimes I think I'll die
because the cuts are just so deep.

So many mixed emotions
of love,
and envy,
and hate.
And once more I worry,
hoping it's not too late.