Poisoned,
I am trying to reach
for the end.
Maybe
I am just bored
of all my friends.
Maybe I am
bored of every morning,
and mourning
that comes with it.

I went to a doctor,
possible depression,
no pills,
nothing heals,
There are no hills
to walk up,
Just underground.
Feels like I am bound
to go:
Down, Down, Down...

If I can't walk, I'll crawl,
As advised by wise,
I play crowd,
I am okay,
I just simply
Don't want to
Wake up
Tomorrow.