It's going to be okay

It is creeping in slowly and steadily.
Try to stop…to stop thinking.

There is so much of noise, so many people around
I forget for a while and it fades away.

But when it’s silent and no ones around
I can feel it creeping back.

Its cold fingers stretching towards…
Day after day…night after night.

Tears fall freely without cause...some say.

It’s going to be okay…will it ever?