Waking up again this morning, nothing to do, no one to see. What’s the point of getting up? I’m so fed up of being me.
In pain, pissed off and oh so fatigued. Longing for some sort of release. Trapped inside this broken body. Pleading to finally be free.
Crawling along, bearly lifting a finger, whats the point of wasting energy. So I’ll just be sad and alone forever and this I do dare to decree.
It’s easier just to lay down, no one to disappoint, no need to beg nor plead. Searching for something to kick start my life, but every breath floats away with the sea.
Waves come crashing, banging and swirling, pushing every emotion into the tides. Swallow it, take it deeper than ever, let it wollow forever inside.
The pit of your stomach oh so damaged, but not as fragile as your state of mind. Never will you have yourself. Normality you never will find.
Whilst people tell you it’s ok, and they try and hold you and be ever so kind. You push them away, stay wrapped in your filth, lowly, cowardly and very confined.
Bye bye world just leave me be. I want to be alone. I’d rather just be sad and lonely, stuck inside my home.
So please stop trying to rescue me because I’m tombed in here. I’ll just stay a nervous wreck, dictated by life long fear.