Writings By Me

My house has never been this dark

Something is wrong here

I can’t move

I want sleep

Eating doesn’t sit right

I walk around but to where

I wake up but what for

I lay here, and that’s all that seems right

The days are moving

The boys are running

I’m stuck here

Time is passing

Music is playing

I can’t dance

I won’t sing

Something is wrong with me

Something went wrong today

Wait, maybe that was yesterday

I can’t recall

I’m mixed up

Everything feels quiet

Everything feels less

The dark feels like home

I love this feeling of alone

I might be trapped

Inside my head

Inside my body

I might be dead

Dying would be better than this

Pure weightless emptiness

When will it leave

Back off of me

Let me go, please

I need more of me

I need me

To be more of me