Locked in bed
stomach in my throat
Empty in my head
Prisoner to a parasite
Picked up on a late night
Throwing up nothing but wicked thoughts and forcing blood to the thin barrier of skin
A living sack keeping my life in
Though id rather it just let out give up give in fade from the sun and find eternal delight in knowing nothing and giving up on life
Not giving in, no suicide isnt an option, just a dream of dreaming eternal
Thinking would be over
Caring would be done
Wanting would be a memory
Needing would be a foreign feeling
It's an option and that's fine if it wasn't I'd feel trapped and really want to die
( I love life don't get me wrong, some days though could be skipped)