Sometimes I question who I amI am a man without a soulThoughts are spinning in my headAs I am without a goalI need somebody to help meTo see things right from wrongIt scares me so to see thatI don’t know where I belongI stare at the wall untilI fall my thoughts are frightening meShadows rest so carefullyThey tell me I’m not meant to beI’m fading away just like another black dayI’m lying waiting for the nightThe things I say the things I doI want to let them out for youJust like a child you make me smileWhen you hold me in your armsMy weaknesess seems so much lessWhen I lay them out on you______________________________________by Dickinson