“So much of sadness reeks in this soul,
it has become tired of living in this home,
now tell me,
do you want to feel something more,
or drown in the sounds,
of blood rushing through your veins,
I have thought about it,
empty bottles,
and sleepless nights,
with pen ink spilled on the floor,
and my room door open,
will happiness just walk through it,
look at the state I am in,
and leave me like that,
leave me to what I want to be,
because I have chosen not to feel,
I have chosen to be empty and numb,
to plaster a smile on my face,
and drink away nights alone,
now don’t tell me this is not the way to live life,
you know I don’t drink,
the only thing that makes me drunk,
is the thought of my life going somewhere someday,
don’t tell me,
to get out there and reach out for happiness,
I have been in the oblivion for so ******* long,
I don’t even believe there’s light anymore,
don’t tell me,
I look like I haven’t slept in days,
because I did last night,
but my dreams,
were of nothing,
but me walking through the streets,
now live one day,
like me aimlessly,
so that when you re-read this poem,
you will understand what I am trying to say,
try reading this with the lights off,
to feel something in your heart,
to feel anything at all.”