Look at me
I’m a ******* mess
Sitting here alone
So ******* depressed
In the dark
There’s no point in fighting so hard
I’m just giving up
I should quit band
It makes me feel like this
My body
My mind
Everything
“What’s wrong” they say.
How do I respond.
I can’t assure them
I can’t make them feel better
I only know
I am losing sleep
As I lie here in this heap
My clothes scattered around me
My mind is lost and no one has yet found me
I cannot think
I do not breathe
I’m in my head
Battling the past, the dead.
I haven’t the strength to climb up into my bed.
So I just lie here instead.