I woke up today
With a sun that got me down
So I drew both the curtains
And then sewed on a frown
I don't want to speak
I don't want you to help
I don't feel like my thoughts are safe
And I don't feel like myself
I want to open up
But I'm always scared to try
It's hard for me to tell myself
That it's better to speak than die
And there's always something in me
That wishes I were dead
The days my mind is way too heavy
For me to lift my head
The cold is not so cold at night
But the warmth is colder still
I shiver under burning water
And the thoughts it tries to kill
Am I meant to feel this sick?
Should thinking make me scared?
Is it right to lie awake at night
Wondering if anyone's there?
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of life
I'm sick of feeling numb
I'm sad again
Again and again
Whatever, I'm not good at poetry.
