Falling

I can feel myself falling.
I have no control of these thoughts racing through my mind.
sleepless nights, followed by psychotic fights.
As I fight these battles there are no die-hard soldiers on my side.
My heart suffers in pain daily, but I refuse to let the tears drop.
When my guard is down, and I show any sign of gentle, kindness,
the enemy comes in to molest my weakness.
I looked to you as my motivation,
tell me when will this mayhem stop.
I pray quietly seeking guidance,
God, I can feel myself falling, catch me before it’s too late.