these sobs rack my body,
i have no control.
for once, words falter;
i have no choice,
i lay here disabled...
my mouth glued shut with a silent scream imprisoned,
eyes staring ahead with a steady stream of pain,
heart breaking slowly with no wish of tomorrow.
my body feels like death on this bed,
though every muscle is tense
with every painful thought.
i'm dying inside,
and i don't want anyone to know.
i just want to keep this face.
i want to find happiness.
i want to have people
who are here,
even when i'm not.
but that's not realistic.
life is harsh and rash.
sometimes, i don't think i'm meant for life.
sometimes, i don't think i can handle it anymore.
