All the screaming in my head.
Turmoil I must deal with;
Thoughts are too unkind.
I cannot escape this
Feeling of being alone.
My family tries
To be here for me…
But all I can do is sleep.
Sleep from too much working,
Sleep from too much school.
I’m losing my grip
On reality…
Afraid to leave the house.
I bundle up in blankets
And a robe underneath…
Too weak to see my friends,
Too tired to stay awake.
I’m missing out on life
But am too depressed to care.
copyright 2012 by Tabatha Seven
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