There's an itch on my back
that I just can't scratch.
A chronic pain.
Maybe it's
all in my head?

At eight A.M.
sometimes I just can't get up.
Then one o'clock comes
and nothing
changes.

Today was a good day,
my friends proved their friendship.
Their presents were perfect,
they must really listen.

But the voice in my head says
"guessing."
The voice in my head says
"just using. Who'd care?"

How has it
got like this? How has it
become so serious?

It'll pass. Surely
this feeling will go.
I rang Samaritans,
but they didn't answer the phone.