Slit my wrists

Blue veins bleed red

Dizzyness setting in

Birds keep singing

The sky stays clear

I know the world won't stop for me

But is it too much to ask if someone cares?


Pain is trivial

Consequence, I can bear

With everything and nothing

Is it okay to belong here?


Why do I cry?

Why must I feel?

Numbing the void

Nothing left is real.


No one understands

No one tries

Patience wearing thin

Because of watering eyes


The answers I seek

Are the ones I already know

The confusion sets in

The black curtains fall


Cloaked and scattered

Can you see me?

Trying to fly

It all consumes me


I eat, I breath, I move, I sleep

Do I live?

No, I doubt I ever really did.


So. . . Is it okay to still be here?