It’s an ache in my head, I close my eyes and it stops
My stomach hurts from twisting pain, stress and rot
Trembling in existence, it’s real and not a prop
It hurts all over, may I stop this? (STOP!)
I know I’m not okay, though it’s hard to accept
no one will notice this stupid pain
should I just throw all of my work away?
Now I’m thinking too much may I be sent away
leave me now, so I can decay
My hands are cuffed
I’m dragged towards fire
I’ve burned before, it’s my desire
but people here want to be higher?
My hands unlocked, marks on my wrist
as I grab a rock and try slashing through my skin
That does not work, so here I lay
my hands at my neck, while I just sway
only still I haven’t slipped away
they say "your heart is pure; you have potential!"
but that is wasted when I’m down the stress hole
So I stop working, I stop trying
But they send to my desk to work on something
Only, isn’t it horrifying?
I’m never rested, but never tired
always alert, pressured by thoughts that won’t expire
So I lay here one last time
suffocation as my hands grip tight
memories reply, mostly bad
but then one thing comes to mind..
there’s always more work ahead.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
It’s an ache in my head, I close my eyes and it stops
My stomach hurts from twisting pain, stress and rot
Trembling in existence, it’s real and not a prop
It hurts all over, may I stop this? (STOP!)
I know I’m not okay, though it’s hard to accept
no one will notice this stupid pain
should I just throw all of my work away?
Now I’m thinking too much may I be sent away
leave me now, so I can decay
My hands are cuffed
I’m dragged towards fire
I’ve burned before, it’s my desire
but people here want to be higher?
My hands unlocked, marks on my wrist
as I grab a rock and try slashing through my skin
That does not work, so here I lay
my hands at my neck, while I just sway
only still I haven’t slipped away
they say "your heart is pure; you have potential!"
but that is wasted when I’m down the stress hole
So I stop working, I stop trying
But they send to my desk to work on something
Only, isn’t it horrifying?
I’m never rested, but never tired
always alert, pressured by thoughts that won’t expire
So I lay here one last time
suffocation as my hands grip tight
memories reply, mostly bad
but then one thing comes to mind..
there’s always more work ahead.