Save Me...

As I lie here, countless nights wondering when the day will come. Will I be freed from this guilt I feel? Why must I feel this pain you bring me? My weeping nights are far from over. They say it will all be over soon. Will it? Will I regain such confidence in life or must I struggle to find what is right for me? As day turns night I remain still, free-falling against will. I stumble, in this puddle of mud in which, it like quick sand, pulls me down... down.. down into its center and with my last gasp of air, I am still reaching for that last bit of hope that you will be there to save me!