Lock me up throw away the key
Times gone by with waste and too many regrets

Now I lay motionless to myself as I feel I'm not even in existence
To feel .. is too much
To think is too much
And to speak .. what's the point
I have but only empty pages
After disposing my truths
I've erased all my effort of positivity
And here I lay without even a prayer to lift me . Yet a voice lingers ... Saying you could have it worse . .. not giving  up as I let closing my eyes and laying here to be my escape