I tried to talk to you the other day, you
        seemed distant and mind astray, so I
        faded away.

Falling into a space, a place, where I have no
        face, no way to mask what's inside.
Everything building and burning, trashing a
        churning.
Emptiness of everything thatempowers the
        truth of all I hide.
Love that has been lost and left behind in the
       darkness.

All is forced out to see, unable to replace my
       mask and hide all I know.
Losing my sense of being, just a feeling, but
       one that fades fast.
Opening up, isnt as good as they say, when
       your secrets are disected from your mind
Nothing to stop it, no one to care.
Everything to lose.

"What's wrong?" She asks. Spoken simply, for its a simple thing to say. I didn't get much sleep last night. My brain was putting up a fight. Tossing and turning for hours on end, pretending to be unaware of the sun peaking over the horizon.

I haven't had much of an appetite. Sure I attempt to eat what I'm able, but it never sits well. I may ***** it up but time will tell.

My thoughts move too fast, sometimes I forget when to laugh. It's hard to know how much is real cuz everyone thinks it's an act. But it's real, everything I feel in my head and my heart, and the whispers and the shouts, reality fading and freaking me out.

I don't think I can cope with all of my madness, i lay gasping for breath, with feelings of death clutching my chest. I'm not sure how much time I have left.

I haven't left my room in a week, my body feels weak, I can barely stand on my feet. Maybe it's from too little to eat or not enough sleep. Sometimes I will my heart not to beat. So many thoughts fill up my head that I realize I forgot to speak.
"Nothing, I'm fine" I manage the squeak.

Today he came again, seeping into my thoughts.
He says he is my friend, but always shuts off the lights.

He lives in the darkness, wears it as a cloak that trails behind him.
Visiting when I'm alone. Breaking into my home.

A demon in every right, but a voice so soothing, all I wish to do is lay in bed.

He sings me to sleep as I keep falling deeper into a dream of black. A dream slowly becoming reality.

His voice paints my walls, and my skin and my heart, all dark.

As the color leaves my face and my skin turns cold, he smiles, knowing he is no longer alone in the shadows.

Darkened by love's light dying.
Withered by the storms in my head.
Feelings of what is no longer the same.
Memories of a time before blame.

A crater of blank space filling my chest.
Where thoughts trying to become words die.

Understanding became a foreign language.
Our eyes never meeting, and our laughter fading.
Differences put us at a disadvantage.
Our hearts never syncing, what was may be lost.

My depression tells me I'm not wanted
My ADHD tells me to go find someone who will want me because sitting here won't change anything
My anxiety tells me to hide from anyone who might want to talk to me
While my bi polar argues about if it's worth talking to anyone or not
My psychosis tells me that everyone I could need is in my mind
While showing me things I don't want to see
How do you find your point in life
When your head keeps telling you otherwise?