I’m tired, but I just can’t sleep.
I’m hungry, but won’t ever eat.
I hate that I’m quiet, but will never speak.
I miss my mom, but wont try to seek.
I hate myself, but am not trying to be better.
What’s wrong with me, why am I letting myself wither.
Is this my life, just reduced to litter?

What to do.
What to say.
What to write.
I feel trapped in every way.
Theirs nothing I want to do,
but lay around all day.
It’s my own problem.
But it makes me hate everyone.
I just can’t get up,
but I should.
I guess life’s burnt me out,
and left me to drown.

I wonder what it’s like
To have a peaceful night’s sleep
To not be scared of the silence
To not be terrified of the clock ticking
My eyes burn with no respite
As I write poems at night
Maybe if I empty my mind
I will finally be able to unwind
My demons laugh at me
They will not let me be
I’m losing my will to continue living
As I lie on my bed writhing.

If fate is a friend,
Then pain is too.

If you think noise is loud
You haven’t been around silence enough

stick up for what you belive
stick up for the friend you belive in
stick up for the ones who cant themselves