They say life is good
But I don't believe it.

What is good
In millions of people dying every year

What is good
In global warming

What is good
In school shootings

What is good
In floods, earthquakes, tsunamis

What is good
In being diagnosed with a chronic illness

What is good
In divorce

What is good
In your home being destroyed by a fire

Maybe there is no good
Maybe they're just lying.

It's funny how you dont care about things that are important
Or things that don't matter.
Like life
Or this poem rhyming
Or spelling
Or people understanding it
I just feel like staring at a ceiling
Or hanging from it
I don't even care if a murderer would come and **** me now
It's just an overwelming feeling pushing at my skin
And I don't even care
My best friends seem like nothing
And my enemy knife and rope are what I imagine
Blood running down the drain
I paused the movie and don't care to Un pause it
I don't even want to walk up the stairsbut
I will
And I will stare at the ceiling until the harsh morning light comes
And I will not pay attention to anything
People will call me lazy.
And I will not care
I don't even care to give this a title
So use your imagination
Cause I'm all dried up.

Punch my fist on the wall
Hear my knuckles crack

Keep punching
Till they start bleeding

Punch again
Till I don't feel the pain anymore

Draw my hand back
And feel the sting

I punch the wall
One last time

My knuckles are broken
And can't be fixed

Just like how
I'm broken and can't be fixed

It's late at night
I'm in bed

I hear sounds that aren't there
I see shadows shifting around

Then there they are
The demons in my head

They force me to get up
And make my way to my desk

They tell me to grab my blade
And bring it my wrist

'One cut' they say
'And the pain will be gone'

And I give in
As I bring the blade to my wrist

And I  realise they were right
One cut and no more pain.