The world is gray
In my eyes
I'm slow moving
I'm sad
I'm tired
I only wish to sleep
I rather not talk
About my feelings
Though my mother tries
I rather just tuck them away
I wonder often if the past
Has soiled me
Made me... Crazy?
I'm question everything I do
Everything I say
I want to cry it all out
But I find my eyes dry
I used to be vibrant
Ready for the challenges
Now I rather not bother
I'm living life by a routine
Nothing interests me anymore
Sometimes I think about dying
I don't know why
It just slips into my mind
And I think how easy it would be
But I won't  
No I love my mom to much
I could never think to hurt her
But it scares me to know
That there in the back of my mind
Is the thought