I'm alive,
                            I am dead inside.
I have met every goal,
                          Every hurt feeling,
For which I strive.
                                    I must hide.
I finally feel whole.  
                    Even caged birds sing.

B l e e d
o           r
r            e
e           a
D o o m

L o v e
o
N o t e
e
R e a d

          S
       h   c
     i        r
   v  a  n  e
  e             a
r                m    

A n x i e t y
          g
          n
          o
          r
          e
   ­       d

h                t        
u                o
r                 r
t h o u g h t              
i                 u
n                r
g                e

Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.