Afraid, I am, of becoming obsessed,
For I feel it creeping, slow, unblessed.
I know this path, yet stand powerless,
Helpless to halt this growing mess.

I just want to be somebody to someone,
To matter, to be loved, to belong to one.
But no one’s there, no road to call home,
Just a yearning to not be alone.

Is it foolish to cling as they slip away,
To grasp at inches that decay,
Every space between a thousand deaths,
A void that steals my every breath.

Love’s a war, a bloody fight,
A battle born of foolish spite.
When it’s two, it’s small and fierce,
But when it’s three, it becomes a curse.

One torn apart, that's me, it’s clear,
Another fights, unaware, in fear,
The third, oblivious to the storm,
While I lose myself, afraid, forlorn.

I fear the loss, the coming dread,
The obsession growing in my head.
Afraid of what I might become,
Of losing battles, of what I've done.

Afraid, afraid, it haunts my core,
Of who I am, and so much more.
God damn it all, I scream inside,
This fear, this pain, I cannot hide.
© GhassenGhribi