• Tick tock, the time goes by.
    I lay so still and wonder why.
    Thoughts racing through my head.
    Almost thing I'd rather be dead,
    Then go through these pointless motions.
    Am I depressed or devoid of emotion?
    With no happiness, I only feel pain.
    Faking this smile is just a drain.
    I don't know how much til I crack.
    Almost wish for an anxiety attack.
    What comes next? More of the same?
    A suicide shouldn't be my aim.
    When all seems lost, what do you do?
    Getting some sleep would be something new.