Can’t sleep.
Lying here.
On my bed.
A bright screen.
White
Dead?
No life.
My head
Filled with knives.
I bled.
For a time.
Words unsaid
Steady decline.
Depression fed.
Fault’s mine.
Should’ve fled.
Was a sign
Should’ve read.
Got there fine.
Where it led?
Should’ve said
A bright screen.
White.
Now red.
Dead?
Not yet.
What’s next
Lying here
On my bed?
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Can’t sleep.
Lying here.
On my bed.
A bright screen.
White
Dead?
No life.
My head
Filled with knives.
I bled.
For a time.
Words unsaid
Steady decline.
Depression fed.
Fault’s mine.
Should’ve fled.
Was a sign
Should’ve read.
Got there fine.
Where it led?
Should’ve said
A bright screen.
White.
Now red.
Dead?
Not yet.
What’s next
Lying here
On my bed?